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Title: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on February 20, 2018, 02:59:06 am
Figured I'd take a shot at writing. I haven't really edited it yet so feel free not to point out the horrible grammar. Hope you enjoy


The Flame Chapter 1:

Jake and Jenna met in college and like most young romances, things moved quickly. They were set up by their respective best friends, Ian and Casey, and fortunately hit it off immediately. Jenna was a petite 5’2 with an incredibly toned frame from her tireless hours spent working out. She was studying to be a physical therapist and was completely committed to the healthy lifestyle. Despite the incredible work she put into her body, the one place it hit her most was her chest, which was essentially non-existent. Jake was studying finance and despite his best efforts to keep up with her at the gym, wasn’t quite in her realm of fitness. Nonetheless, the two dove in head first.

After graduation, they decided to take the next step and move in together. It was something neither had done before but given how they felt about each other, seemed like the right thing for their relationship.

The first year was amazing. They loved spending time together. Every night they’d cook together, often surprising each other with gifts and weekend getaways. Their romance in the bedroom was nothing but pure passion and exploration. Jenna was limber from her daily yoga and knew how to use it. She especially loved to please Jake after a long day at work. He’d walk in from work, sit down and without a word spoken, she’d be on her knees, head in his lap making sure that whatever troubles from the day were quickly forgotten. Jake loved dreaming up new things for them to try together and places to do it and Jenna was always willing. She only drew the line at bringing another woman into their bed. She’d do anything to please Jake but she sure as hell wouldn’t share.

But as time went on, the flame started to fade. They got into the same routine of takeout and Netflix each night and would be in bed by nine. Their sexual energy and motivation faded as well. They went from daily sweaty, rough, mind-altering sex to mediocre, bland sex weekly. Eventually, as with many couples, they started turning to excuses. Jake always saying he had a big meeting early and Jenna stressed about some early session with a new client for her Personal Training business. They’d fallen into a rut and were struggling to dig their way out.

One day, Jake got a text from Ian saying that he and Casey were in town. The four of them hadn’t seen in each other in about six months and Ian wanted everyone to get together for dinner that night. Jake threw the idea out there to Jenna who, excited to see their old college friends, agreed with a smile.

They arrived a bit early and were able to grab a table for the four of them. The two had a drink while they waited and started down the road of “remember that time” stories from college. They laughed as they recanted their youthful stories of stupidity and for a few minutes things seemed like the old days. The two smiled at each other.

Just then Ian and Casey walked in.

“What’s up losers!” yelled Ian with excitement.

“Fuck off, asshole” replied Jake with a grin.

They all hugged and said their greetings before sitting back down. Ian took his coat off and hung it over the back of his chair. Casey started undoing her jacket and immediately Jake and Jenna’s eyes shot to her chest. She was wearing a deep, plunging black dress with two massive tits on display that were very clearly the work of a surgeon. She’d always been a bit bland in college and had never given the impression of insecurity but judging by the size of her new additions had clearly achieved a look she’d been wanting deep down.

As Jake and Jenna continued to stare, Casey spoke up.

“I know I know I had them done. What do you guys think?”

Jenna immediately responded, “Damn those are some tits! They look amazing! What made you decide to do it?”

Jake continued to stare open-mouthed.

“I was always a bit insecure about it but Ian and I played with the idea and decided it could be something fun for us in…the bedroom,” Casey replied with a mischievous grin. Jenna looked over and saw that Jake was clearly in his own world. She was a little irritated to be honest.

“What do you think, Hun? Like what you see?” Jenna said with some intensity.

“Umm…Oh. Yeah they look great. You pull it off really well,” Jake replied fumbling over his words.

The rest of the evening was spent catching up on jobs and life with a few detours down memory lane. Jenna kept looking over and catching Jake trying to sneak some glances at Casey’s vast cleavage. She was starting to feel insecure seeing that even with the best bra she could never look like half of what Casey was showing.

After a few more rounds they all parted way. Ian and Casey would be back in a month and they all planned to get together again.

The drive home was spent in silence. Jake knew Jenna was irritated and was nervous to speak. Jenna’s mind was racing with insecure thoughts about her own body. She wondered if Jake’s lack of interest in her recently had anything to do with her lack of boobs? She decided to speak up.

“So what’d you really think? Didn’t they look so fake!?” Jenna said.

“So fake. Kinda crazy. She was such a homebody back in college. Can’t believe she went through with that,” replied Jake.

“They said it really spiced up their sex though. Do you think we need a change? To kinda get back on track a bit?” asked Jenna.

“Babe, I love your body the way it is. You don’t need surgery to spice things up. We just need to find our rhythm again. We’ve had it before. We just need to get back to it. We’ve both been stressed with work and all that. We’ll get there. I have faith” he said. Jenna was grateful he hadn’t flat out said “yes get some tits already”. Plus his response did sound genuine. It wasn’t enough for her though. She couldn’t get the image out of her head of Jake staring at her over-inflated fake tits. He really seemed to like them.

A few weeks went by and things seemed to be a little better. They’d broken out of their routine and were cooking together again. Jake was still working a ton and constantly seemed stressed. One Friday around noon he got a text from Jenna saying she was at the doctor and really needed him to be there. In a panic, he told his boss he had an emergency and needed to leave. He got the address from Jenna and sped over as soon as he could.

Upon arrival though, he noticed that this wasn’t her normal doctor’s office. It appeared to be a plastic surgeon. She met him at the door and brought him to the back where a doctor dressed in scrubs was waiting. Around them laid dozens of pairs of different sized implants.

“Dr. Haskins, this is Jake. He’s going to take it from here,” said Jenna. Jake took the doctor’s hand and shook it with a perplexed look on his face. Jenna walked out and once the door shut behind her, Doctor Haskins started speaking.

“You have quite a special partner, Mr. Harris” the Doctor said with a smile.

“She picked out a few options that she thinks she’d be comfortable with but ultimately said you get the final say.”

Jake was dumbfounded.

“What do you mean? What’s going on? I’m so lost,” he said.

“Well, Jenna has come to see me a few times saying she wanted a breast augmentation. She scheduled her surgery for this afternoon but wanted to make it fun for you. You get to pick which implants we use” replied Dr. Haskins.

“You mean...wait…seriously?”

“Indeed. Obviously she requested that she doesn’t wake up looking completely out of proportion but she wants you to pick what’ll make you happiest. Now, Nurse Miller is going to answer any of your questions while I go prep Jenna for surgery. Good luck. Choose wisely” the Doctor said with a wink.

Jake stood there for a good 60 seconds without moving when finally the nurse, in her bubbly voice, asked if he was ok.
“Umm…yeah just overwhelmed. This isn’t exactly what I thought was happening when she said she needed my help at her appointment.”

“Yeah I have to say this might be a first for me. She must, like, really trust you.”

Jake looked at the options Jenna had picked out. The choices ranged from about 300 CCs but higher profile to 500 CCs and lower profile. The most she’d picked out was about 600 but they were completely deflated. Jake thought that on her tiny frame that the 500’s would look pretty awesome. As he was about to place them on the tray for the Nurse Miller to take to Doctor Haskins he noticed something in the corner of his eye.

“What’re those?” he asked the nurse.

“Those are 1400cc high profiles. We actually have a patient who’s getting those this afternoon. Can’t believe she’s going for it but hey, it’s what her husband wanted. #trophywife”

Jake picked one up in his hand. They were absolutely massive! The shape was incredibly round and unlike the 500’s he’d picked out for Jenna, completely firm. He played with them for a minute before setting them down on the nurse’s tray with a sigh. He’d been so excited a minute earlier but now having seen what the possibilities could’ve been he was a little disappointed. He couldn’t help but fantasize what Jenna would look like with those massive spheres stuffed in her chest on that beautifully toned body. He was prevented from totally losing himself in his thoughts when he heard the door close. The nurse had stepped out.

“She must think I’m such a weirdo,” Jake thought to himself. He opened the door and walked to the nurses station where Doctor Haskins was waiting.

“All set? I thought you’d wanna see Jenna before she goes under. Follow me.”

Jenna was laying in bed with a medical gown on and hairnet. The nurse had set up her IV and it looked like they were about ready to start.

“Were you surprised, babe?” she asked Jake with a sweet yet mischievous little smile.

“Are you kidding? This may be the most exciting and arousing surprise anyone could’ve ever dreamed up. You’re amazing.” With that he gave her a kiss on the lips and a second on the forehead. She beamed at her.

“See you on the other side”

Jake was escorted to the waiting room where he was told he’d be notified when she was all finished. He decided to take a walk and grab some coffee. After all that he needed some fresh air and some reassurance that he wasn’t dreaming and this was actually happening.

The surgeon’s office had said they’d text him when Jenna was finished which would be in about 1-2 hours but by the hour four he was starting to worry. He was pacing in the waiting area when Doctor Haskins approached in his scrubs.

“It took a bit more time than I’d anticipated but she’s all set and I have to say they look fantastic. She’s still asleep but I’ll take you to her room so you’re the first thing she sees when she wakes up”

Jake followed Dr. Haskins to the back of the office.

“Go on in and grab a seat. She should be up soon”

Jake opened the door and walked in excited for the first glimpse.  What he saw immediately struck him in the stomach like a shot to the torso from George Foreman.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: misterhermit on February 20, 2018, 03:49:09 am
great story so far!thx for sharing!
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Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: outroducin on February 20, 2018, 05:09:29 am
I hope this is going where I think it is!
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: Gryzz on February 20, 2018, 06:57:08 am
Oh I hope that this storie is continued soon as it is such a great start.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on February 20, 2018, 12:47:18 pm
Chapter 2 to come in the next day or two
Title: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on February 21, 2018, 04:02:59 am
Chapter 2

Jenna slowly opened her eyes. She was incredibly groggy and her vision still blurry. She tried to wrap her mind around where she was and what had happened.

“Ok I just had surgery…I think,” she said to herself. Jenna looked down expecting to see slight bulges under her gown but what appeared in front of her was a wall of white. She couldn’t even see her toes. In her confusion she tried to speak out to see if someone could tell her what was happening. She leaned her head over and saw Jake sitting in a chair, face as white as a ghost.

“H..H..Hey babe. Glad you’re awake”

“Jake what the fuck is this? What’s happening?” she slurred as the anesthesia continued to wear off.

“Well you had your surgery but there was a… little bit of a mixup. Um… it seems that somehow some larger implants…ah…accidentally made it onto the nurses tray which is what they used for the surgery. I talked to Doctor Haskins already and he said that they’ll fix everything totally free of charge but there’s just a small catch.”

“What’s the fucking catch, Jake?” she shrieked.

“Well, considering the size of the implants that were used, your body really went through a major trauma. They can’t replace them until you’ve had some time to heal.”

“How long!? And how big were the impl…ARE the implants!?”

“…Three months”

“HOW BIG ARE THEY, JAKE!?”

“1400 cc’s…”

“1400 CCS!? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? I HAVE TO LIVE WITH THESE THINGS STUFFED IN MY CHEST FOR 3 MONTHS?”

“I’m so sorry, babe. I will literally do anything to make this right and make sure that the time passes as quickly as possible”

“Easy for you to say! You don’t have bowling balls crammed in your chest! I have to be dreaming. This can’t be real.”

“Babe, I’m so sorry” Jake said as sweetly as he could.

“How am I going to see my clients? My friends? MY FAMILY!? This is so fucked” she said hysterically. As soon as she’d gotten the words out she started to sob uncontrollably. Jake grabbed her hand as tightly as he could. There was nothing he could do except be there in any way she needed.

A few hours later she was wheeled to the street where Jake met her with his car. They didn’t speak for the entire drive. Or the entire week after.

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Jake took the next week off of work to stay home and help. Jenna refused to eat for the first few days but Jake finally wore her down enough to start eating soup. She was in an incredible amount of pain but Doctor Haskins had prescribed her some pretty powerful pain killers which seemed to be helping. She lived in his hoodies, often not changing for days at a time.

He felt horrible for what had happened. How could such an amazing opportunity turned out like this? As much as he tried to ignore it, he couldn’t help but think about what they must look like and how firm they must be. She was 5’2, 110 lbs (before the implants) and now had absolute planets strapped to her chest. He continued to find himself getting lost in the fantasy, having to convince himself to come back to reality. Sadly, she’d never let him have his way with her new assets. The thought crushed him.

By the end of the first week, Jenna still wasn’t speaking to him. Despite the delicate state of their relationship, Jake had to get back to work. He prepped her meals for the day and put them in the fridge for her. He left her a glass of water, one painkiller and a note on the nightstand for when she woke up to let her know her meals were taken care of and if she needed anything at all to text him and he’d be home in two minutes. He shut the front door behind and hesitated for a second. Was leaving a good idea? He didn’t have any more vacation days to burn and seeing that Jenna most likely wouldn’t be working for the foreseeable future, needed to make sure he was still bringing home a pay check. He hopped in his Jeep and headed to the office.

A few hours later Jenna stirred from her med-fueled slumber. The first thing she felt was the enormous weight on her chest.

“Of course” she thought to herself and rolled her eyes. She slowly rolled over and saw the note that Jake had left and the glass of water with meds. She smiled a little. She knew she’d been hard on him but given the circumstances it was justified. As she was about to pop her pill as had become habit, she paused. The pain wasn’t too bad today.

“Maybe I’ll skip it for now” she thought. She stood up and with a slight wobble from the unfamiliar weight, made her way to the bathroom.

She gasped when she turned on the light. Her hair was an absolute mess, her complexion was ghostly and her clothes had food stains from the past few days.

“Damn girl you look like absolute shit,” she told herself. She turned on the shower and as it warmed up began to disrobe. She stripped off Jake’s hoodie and in that moment caught her reflection in the mirror. She paused for a minute mentally digesting the image in front of her. Her tits were absolutely massive! They stood there so round, jutting out from her chest without a hint that gravity was pulling them down in any way. The ultra high profile implants had such an absurdly spherical shape that screamed fake, plastic, and bimbo amongst other things. She turned to see the side profile and laughed.

“These things are ridiculous! They must stick out a good seven inches from my chest! Who the fuck would want these things!?” Jenna gave them a squeeze. They were incredibly firm and barely gave at all when she pressed her fingers in. They were still sore from the ridiculous surgery but honestly it felt good. She laughed a little to herself, mostly at the absurdity of it all and hopped in the shower.

Her shower was liberating. She’d felt absolutely disgusting given her lack of motivation for the past week. The water felt amazing as it poured all over her body. A week’s worth of filth and frustration washed down the drain.

As she soaped up her body she kept noticing how drawn her hands were to her temporary assets.

“They look kinda hot all soaped up and shiny,” she thought and gave them a squeeze. Her body tingled. She grabbed them from underneath and hefted them up.

“God these things are massive. I can’t even see my feet!”

When it was time to shampoo her hair she found that every time she raised her hands up to her head her arms would rub up agains the sides of her massive mammaries. The side profile was so extreme that they overlapped the sides of her chest by a good three inches. Instead of raising her hands all the way up she decided to press both sides together just to see what her cleavage would look like.

“That’s some serious cleavage. Goddamn,” she joked to herself. She realized she was starting to get a little turned on. Her right hand wandered down to her thighs while her left hand maintained a solid grip on one of her huge, sensitive tits. As she squeezed, she found her right hand instinctively starting to gently work her clit.

“They’re only temporary. Might as well have some fun” she said outloud and started working her box faster and faster.

It only took her about 30 seconds to climax.

“Fuckkkkk I needed that” she exclaimed between gasps as she caught her breath.

Back in the bedroom, she started going through her clothes looking for something that might fit. All of her workout tops would be out of the question. She threw on some yoga pants and grabbed one of her sports bras and smirked.

“No way that thing has a chance of even making it over the top of my tits” she said. Of course that piqued her curiosity.

Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: sylvaticus on February 21, 2018, 09:15:24 pm
Amazing stuff
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: misterhermit on February 22, 2018, 03:31:53 am
wow great story.  big things coming i hope!
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: be_sham on February 22, 2018, 10:14:26 am
great story, keep it coming
Title: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on February 23, 2018, 02:06:24 am
Haven't had a ton of time to proof read so as usual, please excuse my blatant disregard of quality prose.

Chapter 3


Jake sat in the conference room pretending to listen to the mind numbing presentation that was taking place. His friend and coworker, Liam, was sitting next to him twirling a pen in his fingers out of sheer boredom.

Jake’s brain was preoccupied with Jenna. He was truly worried that she may never forgive him even though, technically, it wasn’t his fault. Just then his phone lit up. It was a text from Jenna.

“This can’t be good” he thought to himself. If she’s finally speaking to me it can only be to say she’s leaving and staying with friends or something. He opened the message and almost fell over. There, on his screen, was a pic of Jenna standing in front of the bathroom mirror in yoga pants and a sports bra. Of course the bra barely covered any of her over-inflated boobs. She’d stretched it as far as the material would allow and it looked like it might burst. She’d been able to get it down to just above her tiny nipples which were starting to look like they were stretching with the size of the implants. The message read:

 “I couldn’t find anything to wear so I thought I’d try some of my old clothes. Do you think I could wear this to the gym?”

Jake stared at the image. Her tits were SO big on her tight little frame. Her stomach had been toned to begin with but having not really eaten for a week left her with more definition than he’d seen before. She looked so absurdly sexy. As he was starting to zone out, deep in his fantasy he heard Liam cough and punch his arm. He looked over and saw him was staring at his screen. Liam mouthed “Is that Jenna!?”. Jake quickly turned off the screen and excused himself from the meeting.

Back in his office, he messaged Jenna back.

“I don’t think that little thing is gonna help you out too much”. He saw that she was already responding.

“Don’t think so. These things are absurd! They keep getting in my way!”

“I can imagine! They look like they’re defying gravity. Babe…you look kinda hot”

No response. He wondered if he’d crossed the line.

_______________

Jake wasn’t sure what to expect when he walked in the front door. He was hoping Jenna would still be in her playful mood from earlier but had prepared himself for the worst. He walked into the living room and there she was on the couch, in his biggest hoodie. She said “Hey” but nothing else for the rest of the evening.

“I guess it’s a start,” Jake thought to himself.

He prepared them both dinner and like too many nights in the past few months, they fell asleep watching Netflix.

But a few hours after they’d fallen asleep, Jake woke up to find the light on. He looked over and Jenna wasn’t next to him. He saw the bathroom light on and called out to make sure she was ok.

“As good as I can be I guess. I was hot so I need to borrow one of your undershirts to sleep in. Hope that’s ok” she replied with a hint of frustration in her voice.

“Of course, babe. Anything you need,” he replied as kindly as possible. A second later the bathroom light turned off. Jake didn’t want to make it totally obvious but his eyes were glued on the bathroom door. Just then Jenna strode out wearing his shirt and walked over to the bed. Her unnaturally perky tits stuck out so far that the bottom of his shirt stood out half a foot from her body. It exposed her tight stomach all while her incredible cleavage threatened to tear the top down the middle. She caught Jake looking and for a second he could’ve sworn she let slip a tiny smile. She laid down, shut off the light and didn’t say a word.

Two feet away, Jake’s mind was torturing him in the worst ways. All he could think about was how big and fake her tits had looked in his shirt. Her cleavage looked like two balloons being forced together. He would’ve given anything just for a chance to touch them. Just then, Jake remembered the pic she’d sent him earlier and as discretely as possible opened his phone and pulled up the image. They truly were a spectacle. Sitting so high on her chest like someone had stuffed cantaloupes in her chest. Her body was so tight and flawless to begin with but the giant additions just put her in a different league altogether. As he felt himself starting to hit full arousal a voice interrupted.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Jenna exclaimed with the utmost judgement in her voice.

“You’d better not be doing anything weird you sicko,” and with that she grabbed his phone and deleted the image.

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The next day, Jake was at lunch with Liam when he brought up what he’d seen the day before.

“What the fuck made her do that, man? Those things were insane! She looked like a pornstar with those strapped to her chest. Did you make her do it? What do they feel like?” Jake explained the entire ordeal to the delight of Liam. His eyes continued growing bigger as the story progressed and eventually he was wearing an enormous shit-eating grin on his face.

“Dude, that’s legit the greatest fantasy I’ve ever heard. You are the luckiest guy on earth. Who the hell, through some giant twist of fate, ends up with a girl with a body like that? I’m telling you, man, you’re fucking blessed. I’d give a kidney for a night with those. No. An hour.” Jake couldn’t help but feel a little defensive. Jenna was miserable and it was all because she wanted to do something amazing for him. As they wrapped up lunch, he walked into his office with tremendous guilt weighing down.

Back at their apartment, Jenna was just getting herself out of bed. She stood up and felt the weight of her chest pulling her forward. She looked down at her monstrous bosom, sighed and headed into the kitchen.

Jake had left her a fresh pot of coffee with a note that just said “I love you. - Jake”. As she brought the cup to her mouth she looked out the window and saw their neighbor, Brooke, staring back at her. Realizing what her eyes were locked on, Jenna tried to step away but forgot the cup of coffee in her hand and spilled it all over the front of Jake’s shirt.

“Goddamnit!” she yelled and scurried into the bedroom. Instinctually, she went straight to her closet to find a shirt to wear but realized at the last minute that nothing she owned would fit over her now disproportionately large fake tits. She started looking through some of her old outfits and saw something that made her stop. In front of her was a sky-blue bikini from a trip she and Jake had taken to Bermuda a year earlier. The curiosity was too much for her. She had to know what it would look like. Jenna grabbed it off the hanger and walked into the bathroom.

She spent the next 10 minutes going back and forth about whether she was losing her mind or if she should just put it back. Finally, she decided that her situation couldn’t possibly get any more embarrassing and why not have a little fun at her own expense. She spent a good 5 minutes trying to figure out how the hell she could get this tiny piece of cloth over her incredible balloons. After some serious adjustments, Jenna was able to get it to barely cover her nipples. The rest of her breasts were totally exposed. She stared at herself in the mirror.

“I look ridiculous,” She tried to tell herself. Deep down she was starting to feel conflicted. Deep down she was starting to think she kind of looked a little hot. Her boobs were so big and disproportionate but something about it just turned her on. She couldn’t explain it. How could something so big and fake be sexy? It WAS how big and fake they were that made them sexy. She could’ve pulled off the 500 CCs and probably passed them off as natural if needed but not 1400s. Anyone that saw her would assume that this girl had purposely over inflated her tits to look like nearly perfect spheres. Jenna turned to the side and thrust her chest out while staring at her figure in the mirror. She immediately pulled out her phone and snapped a pic. For a minute she hesitated sending it to Jake but finally decided maybe he should see what she was seeing.

Back at the office, Jake was deep in thought overhauling one of his company’s financial models. At that moment, his phone vibrated. It was from Jenna. He was sure she was going to lay into him about his late night pervy actions. He opened his phone to see the most incredible side profile of Jenna wearing a nonexistent top. The message read “What do you think our trip would’ve been like if I’d had these?” Jake tried to process what he was seeing. He was instantly turned on.

“I think you would’ve gotten some serious looks. I mean, I don’t think I’ll be able to stand up for a good ten minutes now.”

Jenna saw his response and grinned. Maybe tonight she’d actually let him see them. They were temporary after all. Maybe it could be something fun and different. She put a plan together in her mind and got to work.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: misterhermit on February 23, 2018, 04:40:42 am
more great stuff!
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: Psf_79 on February 23, 2018, 07:26:07 am
One of the better written stories! Great build-up, and her initially hating her new huge implants but slowly getting to appreciate them is a good twist.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: widemind on February 24, 2018, 11:18:31 pm
perfect !! Can't wait !!
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on February 26, 2018, 02:56:10 am
Part 4 coming shortly. Thanks for the kind words thus far
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on February 26, 2018, 04:15:47 am
Chapter 4

A few hours later, Jake pulled into the driveway. He took a second to collect himself, not knowing what kind of mood Jenna might possibly be in. Just as he was about to open the door his phone buzzed. It was a video from Jenna. He hit play and at first was a little confused. The video just showed the TV with a Seinfeld rerun on. But after about 10 seconds the camera slowly started tilting down. It showed her perfectly toned legs crossed over each other looking completely smooth and flawless as if they’d just been waxed. The camera continued to tilt further up her thighs and just before her perfect, tight box came into view, two monstrous objects forced their way into the video. The camera held there, looking straight down at her incredibly round, enormous tits. Normally he would’ve been able to see down her chest, to her stomach and beyond but her implants were so big and so clearly forced into her chest that they created the most unnatural cleavage with no room left between them. Jenna’s tits glistened from the skin stretching to accommodate the 1400ccs of fluid sloshing around in her formerly non-existent breasts.

Jake snapped to his senses and ran to the front door. He threw it open to find the lights dimmed and Jenna sitting at their wet bar. She had a martini in her hand and was wearing an incredibly tight black dress that clearly wasn’t designed for her monstrous assets. As Jake stared, Jenna spoke up.

“So…who wore it better? Me or Casey?” she asked with a grin. She stood up so he could get a total view of her incredible physique. The heels she was wearing made her toned legs look extra long, contradicting her usual 5’2 stature. The dress hugged her hips and exquisite ass and truly reflected just how flawless the body she’d worked so hard for really was. But the highlight was the plunging neckline that showed off nearly all of her chest. Her tits were forced together in an incredible way from the overstretched fabric attempting to do what it had been designed for. The tops of the implants were clearly visible through her skin making them appear all the more round and over-inflated.

“Babe…I” Jake said as he struggled to find his words.

“Just don’t get used to this. You have two and a half months but after that, it’s back to the single letter sizes. Understood?” she said as she handed him a Martini.

“Understood,” Jake said and threw back the martini in one effortless gulp. He grabbed Jenna aggressively by the hip and with his other hand tore open the front of the dress open. Her spherical tits burst out and for the first time, Jake witnessed in person just how spectacular and how incredibly fake they were. He grabbed them at will with both hands, exploring every inch of her newly created surface area. He kissed her neck, then her chest, and working his way down made sure his tongue found her tiny, newly stretching nipples. He latched on with his mouth while grabbing her other nipple between the fingers of his other hand.

Jenna ran her hands up to her hair, thrust her chest out and let out a moan. Her back was pressed up against the bar with her tattered dress now hanging lifelessly around her waist.

Jake continued exploring his newly conquered territory and pushed Jenna back until she was laying flat on the bar. Her balloons looked like they could’ve been filled with helium with the way they stood straight up as if being pulled toward the ceiling. Jake tore away at the rest of her dress to find she wan’t wearing anything underneath. Immediately he began kissing the insides of her thighs moving closer and closer to that sweet sweet snatch that he loved. He worked her clit with his tongue as if he’d had months of pent of passion waiting to be let lose.

Jenna was in absolute ecstasy. As Jake worked her with his mouth she found her hands wandering over her own contours, starting with her tight stomach and up to her colossal breasts. She grabbed them from underneath and then from the sides, pushing them together as tightly as possible, making them look as fake as they truly were. She LOVED the way they felt. So unnaturally big on her perfect little body. As she was realizing how much she enjoyed feeling those overfilled bags of saline stuffed under her skin, Jake put his skills into overdrive and Jenna screamed as she climaxed.

She lay there motionless, completely overwhelmed by the electricity that was in control her body. She could barely get her thoughts to form. What was happening to her? These things were actually bringing her and Jake to a level they’d never been to before, even at their best. Just then, Jake spoke.

“My turn,” and he lunged forward with his sights set on her incredible assets.

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A month  went by and the two were having the time of their lives. Every day Jenna would come up with new ways to tease Jake while he was at work and surprise him when he’d get home. He loved it when she’d try on her old clothes and would send him before and after pics. She knew she’d have to start thinking about getting back to her clients soon but she was having carefree fun for the first time in as long as she could remember. Work could wait.

It was Friday and Jake and Jenna stepped out of the shower after an incredibly athletic adventure all over each other’s bodies. They'd gone in with the intention of just getting a nice rinse but naturally Jake's hands found Jenna's unnatural assets and he insisted that they needed a thorough cleaning. After some back and forth things escalated as they did nearly every other hour at this point. Back in the bedroom, Jake saw his phone light up and walked over wrapped in a towel. It was from Ian. He and Casey were back in town to wrap up some work and they wanted to meet for dinner.

“Babe, Ian and Casey are back and wanna meet up tonight. Any chance I can convince you to venture into public?” Jake asked playfully. He walked over to her, grabbed her by the hips and pulled her in close.

 “You could show Casey what real fake tits look like,” he said with a devilish grin, the backs of his fingers lightly running over her over-accentuated chest. Jenna’s face slowly turned from serious to an equally mischievous smile.

“Let’s do it” she said. The two brainstormed what she could wear that would really drive the message home that they were in fact the much hotter couple. They had a few hours before dinner so they could squeeze in some last minute shopping. They headed to a strip of boutique shops by the beach that Jenna used to love. She was still a bit insecure about being in public so she threw on one of Jake’s hoodies, a Dodger’s hat and a pair of aviators to hide as much of herself as she could. Jake mocked that all she needed now was a fake mustache and she could join Witsec.

They looked through a few shops but nothing quite jumped out as being sexy enough to really give her that extra “pop”. As they were wandering through one of the shops Jenna heard a familiar voice ring out. She froze in a complete panic.

“Jenna? Is that you!? Where have you been the past month! We’ve been missing your classes like crazy!” It was a slightly older woman named Meredith who was one of Jenna’s most committed clients. It took Jenna a minute to find her voice.

“Oh hey Meredith! So great to see you. Sorry I’ve been MIA. Yeah I’ve had some personal stuff I’ve been dealing with. I should be back soon I hope,” she replied. Meredith’s eyes had wandered down to the masses hiding underneath her sweat shirt.

“Did you…” She asked inquisitively.

“You know, we’d been working so hard recently and I’d dropped so much body fat that I wasn’t feeling very…feminine. I decide to give this a shot. Turns out they were much bigger than I expected,” Jenna replied.

“Girl, I bet you look incredible. I can’t believe you wouldn’t tell me though! As a fellow member of the implant club I could’ve given you some recommendations for doctors!” Meredith exclaimed.

“Wait…you mean you’ve had them done before?” Jenna asked genuinely surprised.

“Two marriages and I don’t have a job…gotta do what you gotta do to keep em happy. Am I right? “she winked at Jake who turned bright red.

“Anyway, come back soon. We all miss you and can’t wait to see the new you.” With that she gave Jenna smooch on the cheek and left.

Jake looked at Jenna who he swore looked relieved. She grabbed a few items she’d had her eye on and headed to the dressing room. She told Jake to follow and wait outside so she could get his opinion.

“No peaking,” she said. A few minutes went by and Jake was flipping through facebook when he heard the door open. There was Jenna in modest heels, tight black leather pants and a silver halter top that ended just below her boobs so her entire stomach was exposed. The halter top wrapped around her endowments lifting them up just enough to truly spite gravity. The front was cut low enough to expose an incredibly generous amount of cleavage.

“What do you think?” She asked.

“Babe…you...are incredible. I don’t even know what words to use that would do you justice. You are so absurdly sexy.” Jenna lit up. She spun around once and closed the door. Jake was entranced by what he’d just seen. She was truly a bombshell. Just then Jenna let out a small yelp.

“Hun I think my hair’s caught. Can you come undo it?” She asked. Jake opened the door and let himself into her dressing room. There she was, no top on, eyeing him like a lion eye’s a gazelle. Her massive planets jutting out like no natural breast could ever do. She dropped to her knees and tore off Jake’s belt in one seamless motion. Before he could even register what was happening, she’d undone his pants and had grabbed his throbbing cock from his pants and thrust it into her mouth. With flawless expertise, she worked his member using every trick she’d learned over the years about what he liked. Jake could barely control himself. He did everything he could to take his mind off his unbelievably sexy girlfriend whose mouth and left hand worked his goods while her other hand squeezed her own tits with intense passion.

“Babe, I’m gonna cum,” said Jake.

“Not just yet,” replied Jenna. She pulled her tits apart and wrapped them around his cock and continued aggressively moving up and down until Jake couldn’t handle it anymore and exploded all over her chest. She smiled, pleased with her work. She wiped herself off and threw her hoodie, hat and sunglasses back on.

“You know what, I think I will get this outfit,” she said with a wink and walked out, leaving Jake to comprehend and recuperate.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: sylvaticus on February 26, 2018, 11:29:33 pm
This is so incredible. Really enjoying it
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on February 28, 2018, 03:31:02 am
Unfortunately this is gonna be it for a while. I tried to leave it somewhat open ended but also with some opportunities for some familiar characters to have their own story lines that'll tie in. Thanks all for the kind words and hopefully I can carve out some time to write more in the near future.

Chapter 5:

Jake and Jenna purposely let Ian and Casey arrive before them and they really wanted to make an entrance. The couple walked in and Ian was sitting at a table with Casey leaning against him like his trophy. She looked even more done up with makeup than last time and had done something different with her hair. She was wearing another incredibly tight dress that had a circle cut out of the chest to show off maximum cleavage while still making any viewers wonder just how much titflesh was hidden. They saw Jake and Jenna walk in and stood to greet them.

“We thought you guys were gonna blow us off! We’re already a couple drinks deep!” said Ian. They all embraced and said their hellos. Jake was first to take off his jacket. He set it down on the back of his chair. Then Jenna unzipped hers with her back to the table. Jake took it off her shoulders and set it down. She turned around and Casey’s face went blank. Jenna was a vision: her tight black leather pants, black heels, silver halter top that barely kept her enormous tits in and a ponytail just to maintain an ounce of her athleticism. She looked like every guy’s fantasy.

“When did you…why…what made you…”Casey stuttered.

“What? These? Oh we thought about what you’d said last time and thought a change might be fun. What do you think?” Jenna replied coyly, thrusting her chest out just enough to make her tits pop.

“They. are. MASSIVE! I fucking love them! Can I feel!?” Casey asked lunging out with her hands. Jake and Ian looked at each other a little excited with what was transpiring. Jenna smirked a little and locked eyes with Jake. They’d done exactly what they’d wanted and now they were back on top. Casey’s former attention-grabbing implants were dwarfed by Jenna but anyone that looked at their table would think these two guys had something going for them as the 4 massive tits in their company were clearly paid for and possibly the women as well.

The night progressed and the conversation revolved around implants, surgery, the elevated sex and feats not yet attempted in the bedroom. They’d polished off a good five bottles of wine with a few shots and were starting to fade. Jenna grabbed Jake and whispered in his ear.

“Let’s get out of here. There’s something I wanna…show you,” she said as sultry as possible. Jake’s eyes widened.

“Guys I think we’re gonna call it a night. When are you back next?” He asked.

“In a few weeks. We’ll keep you pos..” before Ian could finish Jenna dragged Jake away by his hand. He barely managed to throw a few hundred dollars on the table before being lead away.

In the cab home they could barely keep their clothes on. The driver was a little uncomfortable at first as to what was transpiring in the back seat. Jake caught him adjusting his rear-view mirror to get a better look at Jenna’s tits and normally he would’ve been irked but given their intense make out and his wandering hands aggressively grabbing her chest he figured it was a worthy trade off.

Jake tossed the driver a few bills but he really had no idea how much. It could’ve been six dollars, or two hundred. All he cared about was getting his dream girl inside and those tits out so he could have his way with them. Before they were even ten feet inside and with the front door wide open he tore off her top and pressed her against the wall. He could feel her plastic chest pressing into him as they locked mouths in a way that surpassed passionate into a mix of erotic and ecstatic. As they breathed heavily while pressed together, Jake forced Jenna’s leather pants off and filled her with his raging erection. Against the wall, she wrapped her legs around his waist while he thrust up and down, her 1400cc implants bouncing up and down with each motion. Faster and faster they went and as the pleasure took hold of her senses she felt her hands wander to her assets and grabbed them firmly. Jenna let out a shriek of pure delight as the passion built to the point of no return. She climaxed simultaneously with Jake and the two froze in their positions, pressed against the wall gasping for breath as the shockwaves overtook them. Jenna slowly loosened her grip on her implants and looked down to see nail marks from where she’d gotten a little too excited.

“Babe…” Jenna panted. Jake tried to reply but still hadn’t recovered from his throes of sheer ecstasy
.
“Babe…I don’t think I’ve cum that hard before,” She said. Jake looked up at her still panting, smiled and gave her a kiss. They separated from each other and collapsed into bed. Before they shut off the lights, Jenna realized she hadn’t checked her phone all evening. She unlocked it and saw she had one missed call and a voicemail. She pressed play.

“Hi Jenna, this is nurse Miller from Dr. Haskins’ office. There was a cancellation for tomorrow and the Dr. said you should be fine to swap out to the smaller size at this point. We’d like to get you in at 9am to prep for an 11am surgery. Please call us if this doesn’t work otherwise we’ll plan to see you here and fix everything. Thanks for your patience and understanding throughout this debacle.” Jenna was still for a second. Part of her was relieved. She’d finally be able to get back to work and out of the house without worrying what people would think. But part of her was a sad. This mistake had been a nightmare to begin with but somehow her absurdly large fake tits had rekindled the flame between her and Jake. They were more into each other now than they’d been in college and somehow, throughout this mess, she’d actually grown to like her incredibly fake look. It brought out a new type of confidence in her.

“Who was that?” Jake asked.

“Dr. Haskins. He said he could replace my implants tomorrow,” she replied monotonously.

They both stared at the ceiling and didn’t say a word.

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The next morning, they barely spoke. They arrived at Dr. Haskins office a little before 9am and sat in silence. The past few weeks had been heaven. The passion, the fun, the creativity…it was all perfect. And now it was all about to be a relic of the past, to remain a memory of a fantasy that by some twisted mistake turned out to be the most incredible thing to have happened. Jake wanted Jenna to be happy. That was all that mattered. He was just grateful for this brief time they’d had playing out this fantasy. Nurse Miller walked over to them.

“Jenna? Dr. Haskins is ready for you,” she said. Jake and Jenna faked a smile to each other and gave each other a quick kiss.

“Surgery starts at 11 so you should be back by 1pm,” the nurse told Jake. He nodded in understanding. He watched the last glimpse of Jenna’s extreme figure disappear around the corner. He walked outside, let out an exaggerated breath of sadness and took a walk to the beach. What a few weeks it had been. He truly was the luckiest guy alive.

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A few hours later, Jake walked back into Dr. Haskins’ office and grabbed a seat. It was about 1:30pm when the doctor came out.

“Ah you’re back. Jenna’s all set and doing great. Why don’t I take you back to her?” he said. Jake nodded and followed lifelessly. He was still excited Jenna would have her new 500cc boobs but after 1400’s it would be a bit like going from driving a Ferrari to a Prius. Dr. Haskins stopped at room 102.

“You can go on in. Just remember she’s going to be a bit groggy for a little while so try to help her remember everything. Ok?” Jake nodded in agreement. He opened the door and saw Jenna laying there under several blankets. The lights were dimmed and she was just starting to stir. Jake walked over and grabbed her hand in his.

“Hey baby how’re you feeling?” he said lovingly.

“Babe? Hiiii…” Jenna said softly as her eyes struggled to focus.

“I think I did something silly,” she said trying not to giggle to herself. Jake assumed the meds were still doing their job. He chuckled a little.

“Oh yeah? What’d you do that was silly?” he said playfully.

“I…I didn’t use the 500s like we’d discussed,” she said. Her eyes were now showing a bit of life in them.

“I think I told the doctor to go a little bigger.” Jake was excited by this. Maybe she’d opted for the 600s or 700s. It would help lessen the blow of dropping from 1400.

“ You did? What size did you go with? 600s?” He asked her curiously.

“I asked Haskins for a little bit more. I think…I think he said… he could fit 1700ccs. But I said NO,” she slurred. Now Jake was getting confused.

“I told him I wanted MORE. And he said he’d try his best. We agreed on…” she trailed off. Jake almost wanted to shake her back to reality so he could find out just how much she ended up with.

“We agreed on…” she trailed off again. Jake was losing his mind. He had to know! Jake placed his hands on either side of her face.

“Babe, what did you do!?” he said in a tone made up of both excitement and fear.

“one…nine…zero…zero,” she said while breaking into a full smile. Jake couldn't move. 1900ccs!? This must be the drugs talking. He looked at her chest. The dim light and blankets made it hard to tell but there was something very large hiding underneath. He pulled down the blankets and confirmed that she wasn’t making this up. They were still wrapped but they were MASSIVE!

“Babe are you serious!? Why!? he asked intensely.

“Because you loved them and honestly I loved them. I don’t wanna lose that feeling. I don’t care if it means people stare or mock my chest. As long as YOU love them. Meredith helped put me at ease and lets be real, most of my clients could use a boob job themselves.” Jake was in shock. He couldn’t find any words to express what he was feeling. Jenna was incredible. She was his bombshell and those incredible tits were his and here to stay.

______

One week later, Jake was at his office, grinding away on a project he’d fallen behind on the past few months given the rollercoaster of keeping his incredible girlfriend happy. Jenna had been home recovering and refused to let him see her new assets until she was ready and it was driving him absolutely crazy. Just then his phone lit up. It was from Jenna. The message read:

“Think this will still fit?” Attached was a pic of her in the silver halter top that had barely fit a week earlier except this time her tits were exploding out the front and over the top while being pushed all the way up to her collar bone. If they were round before, they were in a new league now. They burst forward a good 9 inches from her body, overlapping the sides of her a chest while covering most of her upper arms and now were encroaching on her abs in perfect contrast. She looked like a dream, a fucking plastic fantasy.

“I think you’ve outgrown it, babe.” He replied.

“Come help me try on my old outfits and let’s give these things a test drive,” Jenna said. Jake grinned. He put up his out of office for the rest of the afternoon and the following two days. There was no way he was leaving her until he’d explored every last inch of her newly stuffed fake tits. He hopped in his car and sped home.

As he opened the door, he saw Jenna standing there, waiting for him. She’d put on her blue bikini which now looked like a few tiny strings on her outrageously large breasts. Her nipples had stretched even more vertically and now couldn’t be hidden by the minimal material that had once covered almost all of her formerly A-cup chest. Jenna spoke up.

“Babe…do you think our flame is fading?” she asked with a playful, ditsy look on her face while hanging a finger from the corner of her mouth. Jake broke his stare from her volleyball sized tits and looked her dead in the eye.

“Baby, that flame…is a fucking forrest fire,” and he pushed Jenna’s hands above her head, forcing her incredible fake tits to pop like he’d never seen and pressed her against the wall.

______

An hour later, Brooke heard a scream that sounded like a mix between orgasm and murder. She rushed to the window and could see Jenna’s silhouette across the garden facing the window. Then as she turned saw the outline of her gravity-defying implanted tits standing out proudly. Brooke felt a little flush. Those were the biggest fake boobs she’d ever seen and honestly, they looked kinda hot. Her mind started to wander.

“I wonder how I’d look with implants,” She thought.


Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: sylvaticus on March 01, 2018, 05:46:35 am
Perfect ending to a perfect story. Bravo, man.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: irkf on March 01, 2018, 06:02:24 am
Amazing story. I reaaly enjoyed reading it. Thank you very much!
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: Psf_79 on March 01, 2018, 07:14:50 am
I really liked the realistic setting and tone of the story. Great stuff, ferdinand1!
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on March 02, 2018, 01:03:55 am
Really appreciate the feedback, guys. Definitely wanted to write something that leaned more on the realistic side so I'm glad that came through. I have some ideas flowing for other character stories that'll intersect with the Jake and Jenna storyline kinda creating a world of various adventures with implants. I just gotta find the time to sit down and outline it. I'll try not to keep you waiting too long
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: metolius on March 04, 2018, 06:54:14 pm
I can't wait to see where this goes!
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on March 05, 2018, 03:30:57 am
The Flame: Brooke Bailey

Brooke was simple. Her wavy brunette hair was moderately maintained with light makeup on a pretty but neutral face. She was 5’6 with modest curves but nothing that would make any guy walking by look twice. She liked to wear large-framed tortoise shell glasses that were stylish and helped give the impression that she was an intellectual. It helped her fit in with the hipster coffee culture that she’d become so accustomed to. As a full-time blogger, she’d completely adopted the artist lifestyle with a wardrobe comprised mostly of flannel and jeans.

Brooke’s daily routine had become so standardized that she would get anxiety if she strayed from it, often turning down dinner and drinks with friends at new, hip bars and restaurants despite that being the subject matter of her blog. She was ok with her routine. It was comfortable. She knew she was becoming more and more of a hermit but continued to tell herself that “next weekend I’ll get out and have some fun”. She never did.

It was a day like any other. She was sitting in her kitchen with her laptop and a fresh cup of coffee. As she plugged away, something in the window caught her attention. Across the small courtyard, she could see her neighbor Jenna with a cup of coffee in her hand. She’d met Jenna and her boyfriend Jake a handful of times. The couple had invited her out a few times but she always had an excuse. Their relationship could be summarized by the casual hello and the occasional wave from window to window. Brooke had found them both to be charming but Jenna’s beauty had intimidated her. She was always in workout clothes, often times just a sports bra and her body was phenomenal. She took time to not only work on her body but definitely knew how to wear makeup to really compliment her already beautiful face.

But today something was different. Jenna was wearing a large T Shirt which almost made her look, dare she say it, fat? She’d just seen Jenna a week ago so unless she was consuming 40,000 calories a day there was no way she’d put on that kind of weight. But something was different. Then it hit her.

“Her chest looks enormous!” Brooke thought to herself. As she was in mid convo with herself over thoughts of breast implants, Jenna caught her gaze, panicked and appeared to spill coffee on herself. She quickly disappeared from sight. Had it been an illusion? There’s no way she would’ve gone under the knife to get implants that big. I mean, they were BIG. Brooke grabbed her own coffee and started plugging away on her latest piece.

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About a month and a half passed and Brooke was continuing to isolate herself from any form of social life. Her blog posts had gone from first hand experiences to merely reiterating other bloggers’ experiences and reviews. Her followers were starting to dwindle as Brooke’s original material began fading and her voice shifted toward generic. Her blog was her only source of income and if her viewers weren’t visiting as actively, her collected fees from advertising would begin to fade too. She was starting to stress about it constantly. Brooke knew she couldn’t get an office job given her flimsy resume. Plus she loved her independence. She knew she needed to make a change soon. Something drastic that would boost her site’s daily views. As she was deep in thought, she saw movement from outside her window. She walked over to the counter to look out and her jaw dropped. There, as clear as day, was Jenna standing in the window without a shirt on. It wasn’t her naked body that dropped Brooke’s jaw, although her body was drop-dead perfect. Her tits were enormous! They looked like two volleyballs had been forced into her chest, showing no signs of sagging. The outline of the implants could clearly be seen under her stretched skin. Jenna turned to the side and Brooke could see just how high-profile the implants were. Her side profile was like something out of a pornographic fantasy. Her tits were just plain huge on such a tight, fit body. Brooke had always been a little self-conscious about her own chest. She had modest boobs but as much as she tried to make them look good, nothing she did ever brought her any attention. As Jenna disappeared from the window, Brooke was left alone with her thoughts of insecurity. Having seen the physical wonder that was Jenna, she could barely bring herself to look at herself in the mirror for the rest of the day.

The next morning, Brooke opened her laptop to see how many views her latest post had accumulated. Her stomach immediately dropped when she saw the counter. How could she have had thousands of regular viewers daily for nearly a year and now was down to a measly 27 views overnight? How was she going to pay her bills? She had enough saved for a few months of rent but not much beyond that. As her anxiety started to take hold, she forced herself to close her computer and step outside for some fresh air.

Brooke was walking across the front lawn of the condo complex deep in her own head. Was there a way out of this? What could she do to regain her traction and committed viewers? As she was disappearing into her own thoughts she heard the faint sound of footsteps getting closer then suddenly was knocked to the ground.

She was shaken but regained her senses quickly. Brooke looked over to see an incredibly fit body with balloons for boobs protruding from the top of a sports bra next to her. She had somehow managed to walk straight into Jenna who had been out for a run.

“Oh my gosh Brooke are you ok!?” Jenna asked truly concerned.

“I…yeah I think I’m ok. Are you?” Brooke replied.

The two stood up and it was then that Brooke got her first close up of Jenna’s new additions. Brooke was mesmerized. She just stared. Jenna was wearing two sports bras to support the girls with no top over it so her flawless, toned stomach was on full display. Her giant implants popped upwards toward her collar bone in all their artificial glory.

“Brooke…?” Jenna asked. No reply from Brooke. Jenna broke into a smile.

“I see you’ve noticed the upgrades,” Jenna exclaimed.

“What? Oh…Yeah kinda. I mean…they’re so big!” Brooke said in her shyest tone.

“Hey if they weren’t so big our little collision might’ve been a little worse,” Jenna said with a smile. Brooke could only stare. They were monstrous!

“Alrighty well as long as you’re ok. I’m gonna head in and catch a shower before Jake gets home. Good to see you. Don't be a stranger,” Jenna said but as she turned to leave, Brooke spoke up.

“Jenna…I…what made you decide to get those?” She asked genuinely. An idea was starting to form in her head.

“Do you have any regrets? Is life any harder with them?” she followed up. Jenna broke into one of her beautiful smiles.

“Girl, I don’t regret them for a second. I feel feminine and sexy all the time, my boyfriend worships me and our romantic life is out of this world. Sure sometimes guys can be creeps but more often than not they act like shy little children and will hold doors for you, carry your groceries, wash your car etc. I was unsure at first given the first set I got were actually a mistake (story for another time) but I guess it turned out I was always a skinny girl who wanted huge boobs. I sure got em now though,” Jenna said as she gave her boobs a squeeze followed by a wink.

“If I were to say, consider something like that, do you think you could put me in touch with your doctor? I just have a lot of questions and would be interested in learning more,” Brooke said. She had her plan. It was extreme but if there was one truth in marketing that never failed, it was that sex sells.

“I’ll tell Dr. Haskins you’ll be reaching out,” Said Jenna with what almost seemed like giddiness in her voice.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: Adrian1976 on March 05, 2018, 03:22:30 pm
Keep up the good work! I like your style and stories. I hope to read many more in the near future. Thanks for the entertainment up.to this point in time.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: widemind on March 05, 2018, 03:31:41 pm
Good surprise this last chapter !!
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on March 08, 2018, 12:58:41 am
A week later, Brooke sat in the waiting room of Dr. Haskins’ office. She’d seen a variety of people coming and going and had taken mental notes on the work each had had done. As she was eyeing a woman with massive lip injections that were clearly made for one purpose, Nurse Miller walked in.

“Ms. Bailey? Dr. Haskins is ready for you,” she said. Brooke followed the pretty young nurse into the back.

“Take a seat. Dr. Haskins will be in in a minute,” she said. Brooke sat down and looked around the room. Pairs of implants were scattered all over the desk in all shapes and sizes. She got up and was playing with her 4th pair when the doctor walked in.

“Ah Ms. Bailey. Jenna said you may be in need of my services? I owe her an incredible debt so please, what can I help you with?”

“Well, Doctor, I’m interested in an…augmentation,” said Brooke in her shyest tone.

“Haha well knowing Jenna and the fact that she flaunts the greatest physical marketing that this office could ask for, I assumed that’s what you were interested in,” replied Dr. Haskins. “Do you know what kind of augmentation you’re looking for?”

“Well…I have this idea. See, I’m a blogger and I like to write about my personal experiences and after seeing Jenna and hearing about the changes she’s undergone, thought that I might subject myself to the same experience and write about the journey,” Brooke said as artistically as possible. Despite her spin, Dr. Haskins translated this to “ I basically want big fake tits” but he let her continue.

“I have a really loyal fan following but it seems that recently the local nightlife and food scene haven’t been enough. I thought something like the process of multiple breast augmentations - the surgery, recovery, lifestyle changes, how people treat you etc - would be a perfect piece to truly drive traffic.

“Interesting,” was all that the doctor said with his fingers wrapped around his chin in thought.

“If I were to, say, commit to 3 augmentations, what sizes could I realistically achieve with each? And how much would it cost?” Brooke asked somewhat cluelessly.

“Well I’d have to take a look at you but usually the first size could be between 600 and 800 ccs. Just by looking at you it appears you have some tissue to work with to begin. Maybe 1200-1400 on the second? We should probably just focus on those to begin with as a lot can change. Price-wise…I may be able to offer you a discount. In exchange for a favor of course,” Dr Haskins said.

“What’d you have in mind?” replied Brooke.

“I have a type of implant called an expander. It’s like any other implant except you can add saline to it over time. That way you can continue to fill until you reach your desired size. If you’re committed to venturing to the larger sizes without needing multiple operations, this would be the best way to go,” the doctor said.

“But what’s the favor, doc?” asked Brooke.

“I’ll perform the surgery free of charge if you pay for the implants AND promote your positive experience on your site,” he said. Brooke sat there thinking for a minute. Free surgery, minimal cash spend on the implants all for sharing her journey on her site? It seemed like a pretty good deal.

“Let’s do it,” said Brooke.

“Great! We have an opening in two days, at 8am. Does that work?” Haskins asked.

“The sooner the better, doc,” Replied Brooke. Her heart was racing. Was she crazy? She was basically turning herself into a science experiment for the satisfaction of her viewers and blog traffic.

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Brooke spent the next 48 hours in a constant state of panic. She was desperate to keep her revenue streams flowing and her viewers committed. She’d run through every other possible scenario but somehow couldn’t talk herself out of this. Part of it was due to Jenna. She just looked so confident and happy. Her chest was massive but it sounded like it was bringing her only positive changes. And honestly, she looked sexy as hell. Brooke figured a bigger set of tits couldn’t do any harm and hey, maybe she’d finally get some male attention. As 5am the morning of her surgery rolled around, Brooke lay wide-eyed. She was ready. She got out of bed, made herself a cup of coffee and started her last blog post before the surgery.

“Bigger is better, right? Well guys I’ve decided to try something a bit different. With so much of the world focused on cosmetic surgery I’ve decided to put myself under the knife and explore the social and psychological changes associated with it. I’ll be undergoing a breast augmentation this morning. The size? I don’t yet know but I’ll be adding more saline and increasing my breast size over the next six months while sharing my adventures on my blog. I realize that this is very contradictory to what you might have thought about my persona from my past posts but what better way to understand the inner workings of this “plastic society” than by immersing myself in it completely. Surgery is at 8am. I’ll write again when I can.”

She closed her computer and headed to her appointment

______________

Brooke sat in Dr. Haskins’ waiting room flipping through her phone. She decided to check her views to see if any early followers had seen her latest post. Her daily hits were already at 150.

“Interesting,” she thought to herself. Just then, Nurse Miller came around the corner and lead her into surgery prep. About an hour later, she was in a full gown laying in a bed.

“Ok Brooke. We’re ready to go. I’ll fill as much as I can without putting you at risk but just in case it’s not as much as you expect, don’t forget that more saline can be added soon. Ready to go?” Dr. Haskins asked her.

Brooke was so nervous she could vomit. She’d been prepped for surgery and had her IV in her arm already. She tried to find her voice.

“I’m…I’m ready,,” she said sheepishly.

“Count back from 10.” said the nurse. Brooke’s anxiety was building and she was sure she was going to have a panic attack. What was she doing? She couldn’t go through with this. This was insane! Making her tits bigger for viewers and money? That’s what pornstars and cam girls do! No she had to stop this.

“WAIT…I…I…” before she could finish, her anesthesia kicked in and she faded into a deep sleep.

Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: misterhermit on March 08, 2018, 04:08:53 pm
Nice
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: cheefyboy on March 08, 2018, 04:31:40 pm
Absolutely superb and great writing style!!!!

Now Jenna has her excellent new tits, could I ask that her journey continue with facial improvements?

Would love to see her with a totally frozen botox and filler pumped purely sexual face to match them big plastic beauties...

Regardless, 101% story... Thank you sir!

SL
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: sylvaticus on March 08, 2018, 07:53:58 pm
Thought it was over then you pick it up again in an amazing new direction. Incredible!
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on March 08, 2018, 09:04:09 pm
Haha sorry Sylvaticus. I was gonna take a breather for a bit but figured why not keep goin while the ideas are flowing.

Cheefyboy - hadn't thought about changing anything from Jenna's storyline other than her interactions with Brooke. Something to consider once Brooke's story is wrapped up.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: cheefyboy on March 09, 2018, 12:10:04 pm
cool!!!

i worked with capricorn1 a while back so if you need any proofing etc just let me know..

would be brill to see her becoming more and more plastic as she becomes more turned on and addicted to being pumped and fake.

not silly massive, but really hot and nasty, if you see what i mean.. ;-)

the chessie kay kind of look, really really fake and plastic and very very sexy..

as i say love the writing style and pace.. BRILL!
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: Mrkvicka07 on March 13, 2018, 04:29:54 pm
This is one of the best stories I have ever read, hats off!

What I love the most is the emotional depth that the story has, feelings of different characters explored to a high extent and especially the psychological changes to accept that implants are hot. This is what I think is the hottest. I'm so glad it is not just another story that "girl got XXL implants" and that's it, but there is a real story behind it that makes sense and seems authentic.

Like others have mentioned, it would be extremely hot if you could add some extra layer of plastic surgery for main characters and not just boobs, i.e. the whole package. I realize that boobs are the "main thing", but this is where I feel most other stories fail, because they include other plastic surgery only in a minor way and not so detailed and it frankly sucks. My opinion iit's not enough to just say "she got butt implants", but really focus on the entire aspect to every detail as with boobs - because here you've done incredible job. If you could replicate this with say butt implants, like choosing what size, shape, tight clothing and her husband lusting for her huge fake ass, while wearing leggings and heels, the way her ass moves is so unnatural, but so hot that is outside of this world. The story would go to another league in my opinion.

PS: I really liked that she got implants for her husband and it didn't really get into her head like thinking about cheating or suddenly lust attention from other men, i really like this faithful part.

Great job again!
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: cheefyboy on March 14, 2018, 10:24:06 am
top observations Mrkvicka07...

totally agree sir..

SL
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: Adrian1976 on March 14, 2018, 03:26:50 pm
I agree! Can't wait for the next installment. Very curious to know which direction the flow of this story will take. Keep up the good work as I said before.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on March 14, 2018, 04:33:32 pm
Really appreciate the feedback guys. I have a few story directions I wanna play out first but will start thinking about how to work in some of your requests into the future story lines. After Brooke's story wraps up I was thinking about focusing on Casey's story as her jealousy of Jenna's appearance take's over and then Meredith's story as she tries to keep her wealthy husband. There would definitely be potential for more cosmetic surgery in both of those. We'll see how it shakes out. In the meantime, here's some more of Brooke


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A few hours later, Brooke started to stir. She could hear the beeping of her heart monitor in the distance. She struggled to open her eyes but was finally able to pry them open after a few minutes.

Brooke was in a small room that was dimly lit. She was completely alone. As she surveyed her surroundings, her thoughts started to come into focus. She’d remembered trying to stop the surgery. It was such a dumb thing to pursue plastic surgery for a blog piece and followers. Brooke remembered yelling out to wait and stop but after that her memory stopped. She realized, given her surroundings and pounding headache that it wasn’t likely she’d stopped the surgery. She started panicking which was supported by the beeps of the heart monitor picking up pace.

Brooke could feel the tightness in her chest. She knew the implants were in there but she couldn’t bring herself to look down. She started tearing up from the mix of anxiety and fear that had overtaken her. How big would they be? Was she a freak? Could they take them out? As she felt her stomach starting to churn, the door opened and in peaked Dr. Haskins.

“Oh good you’re awake! How do you feel, Brooke?” he asked. Brooke couldn’t speak. She was in a pure state of panic and it was all over her face. Dr. Haskins picked up on this and grabbed her hand to console her.

“Shhhh don’t worry at all, dear. Everyone goes through this when they first wake up. It’s completely normal,” he said as soothingly as possible. Between whimpers, Brooke found her voice and spoke up.

“How…how big did you go?” she asked.

“Well, we initially filled them to 700 ccs but once everything was closed up we thought it best to test the valves and were able to sneak in an extra 200. That puts you at a solid 900ccs. Now, that may seem big but don’t worry. You can definitely pass them off as natural if you need to. Once you break into the thousand range, things get more… complicated,” Dr. Haskins said.

______________

Six hours later, Brooke walked through the front door of her condo as rigid as a statue. She was so stiff and sore and all she wanted was her bed. She could feel the added weight of her new additions with each step and each step reminded her of how she’d done something so incredibly irrational and stupid. Despite knowing she looked dramatically different, she still couldn’t bring herself to look at them.

As Brooke flopped into bed, she opened her laptop quickly and pulled up her blog metrics. Her eyes widened. Her morning post had 800 views! She had a wide range of comments from people commending her commitment to her writing to guys asking for before and after pics to women saying she was doing something they’d always wanted but were too scared. As her painkillers kicked in, she drifted off to sleep feeling inspired and relieved.

_____________

She woke up feeling groggy but rested. Her entire body was sore and it took her a good 20 minutes to convince herself to sit upright. Brooke opened her phone. She’d been asleep for 14 hours! Sadly, she had no missed calls and only one new message. It was from Jenna.

“Hey Brooke, Dr. Haskins said you went through with the surgery! Amazing! I know how hard the first few days can be so if you need anything at all I’m only 50 feet away.” Brooke was relieved that someone cared about her wellbeing but she wasn’t ready to respond to Jenna yet. She opened up her laptop to see how many views she’d had during her hibernation.

“1400 views” read google analytics. With as much pain and discomfort as she was in, seeing her views jumping again almost made it worth it. She needed coffee and told herself that after she moved around a little she’d start a new blog post and let everyone know the latest.

The cup of coffee was as reviving as it had ever been. Brooke felt her head clear, her body warm and even felt a little extra energy despite the anesthesia and pain killers fading in her veins. She felt disgusting and thought a fresh change of clothes would be a good idea before sitting down to write. Brooke had always found that the more comfortable she felt physically the more creative and fluent her writing was. She opened her closet and pulled out one of her dark red flannel button ups. She stripped off her oversized T Shirt and for the first time brought herself to look down at her new boobs. She was still wearing the bra the nurse had given her but it was clear that her boobs were in a much bigger class than she’d ever considered. They were round but still had a little bit of a natural appearance despite sitting high on her chest. She undid the bra and her two new assets sprang out.

“Shit they’re perky,” Brooke thought to herself. She grabbed them with both hands and lifted them gently.

“So heavy too! ahhh this is so weird,” she said. The giant bags of saline felt unnatural under her skin. It was such a weird experience feeling them forcing her chest to stretch outward with 900ccs of fluid that hadn’t been there a day before. She gently pulled the shirt over her arms and shoulders and began buttoning it up. She got about halfway before she ran into her first problem. Her formerly loose fitting hipster button down wouldn’t stretch enough to close the last 3 buttons.

“For fuck’s sake,” she said outloud, struggling to get the next button into the hole. Realizing it didn’t stand a chance, she left it undone. She grabbed a beanie from on top of her dresser, put on her tortoise shell glasses and headed into the kitchen. She embodied her former artsy image except, of course, for the two big fake tits and vast cleavage she was flaunting. It was quite the contradictory image.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: NailclipSatan on March 15, 2018, 10:25:28 pm
This has been a wonderful find and an amazing story. I quite like how you play with the psychology of characters and how you portray their reasons for change. What you are doing is great and I hope you write some more! You got yourself a fan! Keep it up!
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on March 20, 2018, 12:09:59 am
As Brooke sat down to start writing, her doorbell rang. No one ever visited her. She figured it must be someone at the wrong address or the mailman leaving a package. She looked back at her laptop and as she was just starting to type the doorbell rang again. Flustered, she got up, walked to the door and opened it. A guy a few years younger than her stood there smiling. The smile slowly faded as his eyes grew.

“Ummm hi, I’m…Taylor” he said staring at her chest.

“Ok?” Brooke replied with a hint of annoyance.

“I’m sorry to bug you but I just moved in and my dog snuck out. You haven’t happened to see him around or heard any barking or anything have you?” he asked. Taylor was handsome in a harmless kind of way. He was a decent height and build and seemed to carry himself like he had just enough confidence to not be an asshole with a hint of humility and goofiness. Having gotten past her initial annoyance, she eased up her defenses.

“Oh…I’m sorry I’ve been asleep forever and was just starting my day. If I see him I’ll be sure to let you know.
Which apartment are you in?” she asked.

“17C. Just upstairs,” Taylor replied. He looked like he was about to say something else but instead smiled, turned and walked away. Brooke watched him for a second before shutting the door. She was walking back inside and realized then that her shirt was still only half buttoned and her tits were on full display.

“Ughhhhh he must think i’m such a *WOMAN*!” she thought to herself completely embarrassed.

“Well, if anything, this’ll make great material for my next post”

_____________

“Hey guys I’m alive and well. Its been about 36 hours and my entire body feels like it was crushed by a steamroller. The first 24 hours were focused on rest and pain management but I was able to get up and about a little today. Honestly, it still hasn’t sunk in really that I now have implants. I did get my first dose of reality though. I tried to put on one of my old shirts and it didn’t stand a chance. I couldn’t get half the buttons to close! I guess that’s what 900ccs of saline strapped to your chest will do to you.

I was sitting down to write this post when I had an unexpected visitor. My new neighbor lost his dog and was hoping i’d seen him. It took me a while to realize why he was staring at me but I realized I’d forgotten to cover up and these fake things were on full display! So embarrassing. I think some clothes shopping may be needed in the near future. More updates and pics to come! Thanks for all the support! - Brooke”.

Brooke closed her laptop. Time to let the post settle. She sat at the island in her kitchen for a minute in total silence. Finally, she cautiously looked down as if unsure of what she was going to see. Her tits were forced together from her formerly loose shirt despite not buttoning all the way. The flannel outlined her new additions in a playfully *WOMAN*ty way. She couldn’t look away. After a few minutes, she let her hands slowly wander up to undo the bottom buttons letting her tits hang out in all their glory.

Brooke sat there alone in her contemporary apartment. It was quiet and she was totally still in the center, her shirt open and her freshly stuffed chest completely exposed. She placed her hands underneath and could feel the incision marks. She couldn’t help but think that behind those incisions were two expandable implants that currently held 900ccs and had the potential to grow to any size she wanted. Her tits were sensitive but they just didn’t feel like hers. It was like she’d temporarily stepped into some fake-titted bimbo’s body.

As she sat there outlining her implants with her fingers, motion outside her window brought her back to reality. It was Taylor wandering by still looking for his dog. He hadn’t seen her yet but as she jumped to cover herself up, he looked directly at her with her voluptuous, newly implanted breasts on full display. Both Brooke and Taylor turned bright red and fled from sight as quickly as possible.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!” She said as she scurried to her room. She threw on her ex’s T shirt that she’d kept to sleep in and rushed to all her windows making sure all blinds were drawn. She couldn’t believe this. Brooke had never been so embarrassed in her life. Should she go talk to Taylor? She needed time to calm down first. She grabbed her laptop, hopped into bed, and buried herself in her blankets. She needed to consider some wardrobe changes but she sure wasn’t ready to be in public yet despite her interactions with her new assets being a major focus of future blog posts. This gave her an idea.

“Hey guys. I wanted to get your input on something. I need to invest in some new clothes. For you women out there with boobs, what do you wear? How do you avoid getting gawked at? I need help! Send me your suggestions in the comments! - Brooke”

Within minutes comments started flowing in. The vast majority were guys suggesting some rather inappropriate items but one comment from a female follower, BeachBunny17, made Brooke think twice. It read:

“How can we suggest clothes if we don’t know what the additions look like!? Show em off girl!”. Brooke sat there for a few minutes. She loved posting pics of food, drink and scenery but she never had the confidence for selfies. She spent the first few minutes trying to convince herself that she couldn’t possibly post a pic of herself, especially with the girls on display. She looked down at the artificial tits forcing her T shirt out. One pic couldn’t hurt right? Maybe it was time for her followers to start following her journey with her body as the focal point, not other imagery. She certainly couldn’t wear this old shirt though. She needed something classy but would show off what she was now flaunting. Brooke rummaged through her closet until she found something she thought might work. She’d wear a white tank top (Assuming it would stretch to accommodate her tits) with a black cardigan. It was loose enough that she could button it up as much as needed.

The tank top struggled as she pulled it over her boobs but she was able to get it down. Had she only worn that she would’ve looked absurd. The material was stretched so much that her nipples could be seen clear as day. She pulled the cardigan over and buttoned it up about halfway, just enough to cover her nipples but still show a decent amount of cleavage. As Brooke stood in front of her full length mirror about to snap a selfie, she stared at herself deep in thought. She still embodied her former self but now her artsy appearance was complemented by the incredible curves of her fake chest. She snapped a dozen photos at various angles before grabbing her laptop and uploading to photoshop. After some scrolling, Brooke found the perfect one to add to her blog; it wasn’t a complete side view but just enough to see how far out her tits stood while giving a hint of cleavage and remaining classy enough for people not to think she was a *WOMAN*. She uploaded it with a single comment:

“BeachBunny17: Thoughts? Need your input!”
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: sylvaticus on March 20, 2018, 07:58:30 pm
Just incredible, sir. I like this one even better. Well done!
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: metolius on March 21, 2018, 06:39:06 am
Can't wait for more.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on March 23, 2018, 02:04:06 am
Thought I'd escaped flu season unharmed but sadly its been having its way with me the past few days. That being said, if this latest segment is absolutely awful lets go ahead and blame it on that.

-F

_________________

The next day, Brooke convinced herself it was time to get out into public and begin the observation process. She planned to interact with a few unsuspecting people who normally would've treated her like anyone else and note their reactions. Her first stop: Starbucks. Brooke put on the same outfit that she’d had on the night before and walked out the front door for the first time in days.

Starbucks was about a quarter mile from her apartment so an Uber was unnecessary. She set out along the bike path next to the beach and strode with a hint of extra confidence in her step. The added weight on her chest normally would’ve pulled her already weak posture down but something about knowing she actually had boobs made her stand straighter. She couldn’t be sure but she definitely thought she felt some lingering gazes from a few people walking in the opposite direction, both men and women.

Brooke was fourth in line when she arrived. The baristas working were two men and one woman, all in their early 20s. She’d been to this Starbucks a hundred times but hadn’t forged any real relationships and her neutral appearance had never merited a “the usual today, Brooke?” from any of the employees. Today, though, she was going to try to make an impression.

When it was her turn she placed her palms on the counter, leaned over showing off a generous amount of cleavage and slightly moved her body from side to side to give of the impression that she was still pondering her order. The young male barista stared at her chest, totally entranced. This made Brooke light up inside. Finally, after enough teasing, she gave her order.

“Hmmm…I’d like…a grande Americano with TWO pumps of vanilla,” she said with a smile. The barista turned bright red and smiled. He knew she’d caught him staring and immediately wondered if the emphasized “two pumps” was directed at him.

Brooke pulled out her debit card to pay but was interrupted.

“I got this one,” the barista said with a wink. Brooke looked at his name tag.

“You’re so sweet, Ryan,” she said playfully.

“Your name? You know…for the order.”

“I’m Brooke.”

“Brooke. That’s a great name,” Ryan replied. She stared him in the eye and smiled before turning away to wait at the far counter for her order.

As predicted, when her coffee was ready, it had Ryan’s number on it. This was all so new to her. She wasn’t just feeling confident, she was acting confident and even playful. All because she now had cleavage? It was empowering. Who knew having big boobs would already be paying dividends. Brooke programmed Ryan’s number into her phone. She had plans for him later but for now she grabbed a seat at an empty table and decided to check her comments while she enjoyed her coffee.

She was overwhelmed with the replies. There were so many compliments on her new figure but that wasn’t the best part. She had guys offering to buy her new clothes! It seemed a little weird at first but the more she played with the idea the more she liked that she could redo her wardrobe with what she wanted without spending a dime. She replied to each comment individually telling the person how sweet they were to offer and that she’d post some things she’d want If they were interested. As she sat in the coffee shop, she started making a list of what she’d be willing to wear. Nothing too *WOMAN*ty but clothes she’d feel confident in. As Brooke was surfing the internet a new comment came in.

“When are you going bigger?” Brooke hadn’t even considered this yet. She was still adjusting to her life with her 900ccs. In the time since her surgery her viewers had blown up, she was being treated better and was somehow getting free things. Would going bigger equate to more of all these things? For the first time, she started to think seriously about adding more saline. She needed more time to heal but when the time was right, she’d be ready. First, she needed a new wardrobe.

___________


In the coming days, Brooke received dozens of packages in the mail. She’d thrown out a wish list on her blog for the subscribers interested in helping her update her look. Although a few female subscribers started posting nasty comments about her manipulating her audience, her site views had steadily increased to a few thousand a day. She’d never felt confident in her body but she was starting to enjoy the idea of her blossoming sexuality and attention.

Brooke tried on a few sun dresses that didn’t exactly hug her hips or ass but were cut low enough that they showed a generous amount of cleavage. She had a nice body for someone who never really had to work at it but she wasn’t ready to show every curve off. Not yet anyway. She’d listed a handful of novelty T Shirts in her wishlist, a style which had made up a significant portion of her previous wardrobe. She’d always loved video games and her old Atari shirt had been a staple for so a long time. Naturally a replacement was first on her list. Of course now the one she was able to wear had significantly more room in the chest. It strained to keep her fake tits contained but that strain made them look that much hotter. With her glasses and beanie on, she was every nerds fantasy and then some.

Brooke realized she’d been spending all of her time in front of her computer and wanted some in-person attention. She’d never been one to play games or tease guys but something inside of her wanted to see just how much control she had over men. She knew just what to do.

Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: sylvaticus on March 23, 2018, 04:05:59 am
So fucking good. Hot nerdy chick, testing the power of her fancy new rack, with all the thoughts that go with it. You hit all the right buttons. Fantastic.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: metolius on March 28, 2018, 06:39:25 am
Any updates soon?
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on March 28, 2018, 01:35:48 pm
Taylor was sitting on his couch when he heard a knock at the door. It was past 9pm and he didn’t know anyone in the area so he took a minute to convince himself it wasn’t an intruder.

The knock came again. It didn’t sound forceful but moreso from the hand of someone delicate. He got up, walked over to the door and opened it. There, in front of him, was Brooke. She was still wearing her glasses and beanie with her long hair pulled over her left shoulder. She had on modest heels, dark jeans and a white tank top that was clearly struggling to keep her freshly stuffed tits contained. The black bra underneath could be seen clear as day, contrasting the white of her top and emphasizing the outline of the implants confirming to Taylor that they were indeed fake. In her hands were a bottle of wine and two solo cups.

“I’m sorry if I was rude the other day. I just…don’t get a lot of visitors. Seeing that you’re new I thought it would be neighborly to…get to know each other over a bottle of wine?” Brooke said as flirtatiously as she could muster. Taylor was clearly overwhelmed. It took him a minute to get over what he was seeing and find his words.

“Um….yeah that sounds…that sounds great! I’m really sorry I don’t have much of my stuff unpacked and the place is a mess”, he replied sheepishly.

“That’s ok. It’s a beautiful night. I know just where to go,” she replied and grabbed his hand, leading him down the stairs and around the back of the building. Taylor followed blindly.

The two emerged from the lawn onto the patio that surrounded the complex’s pool and sat down at one of the tables. The pool was lit up but no one was around. Brooke poured them each a glass and handed one to Taylor.

“Here’s to new neighbors, new friends and big…decisions” Brooke said. Taylor was a little confused but touched his cup to hers. She stared him in the eye as they took a sip.

“So what do you do, Taylor?” Brooke asked.

“I work in business development at a start-up in town,” he replied. “One of my friends started it about a year ago and needed some help with growth so I decided to lend a hand”.

“That great! I hear they’re so much fun to work at! Is it as free and awesome as everyone makes start-up life out to be?” Brooke asked.

“I love it. I work a ton but because I want to and am committed to the vision. It’s incredibly rewarding,” Taylor replied confidently.

“What about you? What do you do?” he asked.

“I run a blog called BourgeoisBeach. Its basically my observations from all of my experiences within the social culture here in town although recently, its taken a slightly different approach” Brooke said with a hint of nervousness.

“Oh yeah? What’s the new approach?” he asked.

“Um…can I tell you a secret?” said Brooke in barely a whisper.

“Well…I just underwent plastic surgery to make my boobs bigger,” Brooke looked down at her chest and paused for a second.

“But I really did it because I wanted to chronicle the changes in day to day life of someone like me before and how i’m perceived now. Not only that but I think i’m going to go even bigger…”

“B…Bigger?” Taylor asked.

“What? You think they’re too big already?” Brooke said with a smirk as she pushed them together much to his delight.

The two talked about her journey and how she’d gotten to the point of surgery and her plans to keep going. Before long, the bottle of wine was empty. Taylor had noticed but wanted Brooke to keep talking. All this talk of implants and growing bigger all for the sake of viewers and blog activity was a turn on he’d never considered.

Finally, Brooke noticed that their supply of social lubricant was gone. The two sat in silence for about 10 seconds before Taylor mustered the courage to do the honorable thing and call it a night. As he was about to speak, Brooke stood up and took off her tank top. Taylor couldn’t look away from her giant balloons shoved into that black push up bra. As he was on the brink of drooling, Brooke smiled, turned and jumped into the pool. She surfaced with a giant grin and pushed her hair back out of her face.

“Well?” she said, treading water. Taylor didn’t even bother with his clothes. He jumped head first into the pool nearly landing on Brooke. Taylor emerged from the depths and swam over to Brooke. The two were only a foot apart when Brooke spoke up.

“Let’s play a game,” she said.

“Ok. What are we playing?” he asked between breaths as he treaded water.

“ Go underwater and count to twenty. No opening your eyes before then though,” Brooke said. Taylor smiled, closed his eyes and slipped underwater. He surfaced 20 seconds later to the sound of feet on the patio. He opened his eyes and the last thing he saw was Brooke’s silhouette disappearing around the side of the building.

Taylor climbed out of the pool and casually walked over to the table to grab the empty bottle and his phone. Oddly, the screen was on. He picked it up. On his screen was the newly added contact “Brooke” with phone number. The highlight, though, was she’d managed to snap a picture of just her cleavage. The angle made her tits look monstrous! She’d set it as her contact image. Taylor smiled. He never knew fake tits could be so fun.


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Two weeks later, Brooke sat at her counter, staring at her phone. She’d written an email to Dr. Haskins but wasn’t sure if she was ready to send it. She read it over one last time.

“Hi Doc,

Brooke here. I think I’m ready for phase 2. Do you have time this week for my first fill up?

Thanks!

Brooke”

This needed to happen. She pressed send. With a sigh of relief, Brooke tossed her phone on the counter. She knew exactly what she was going to do once she was “improved”. Now, it was just a matter of Dr. Haskins’ schedule. She paced around the kitchen for a few minutes, cleaned up a few stray dishes and as she grabbed her phone to head into the living room felt it vibrate. It was Dr. Haskins already.

“Brooke,

Great to hear from you! I have an opening today from 1-3. Can you make it?

DH”

It was 12:15. Brooke went into a panic. She had to decide now if she was ready to go through with this. What if she came out looking ridiculous? what if there was no change? She didn’t know anything about expanders but the thought that in a matter of hours without any surgery her chest could be bigger was at the forefront of her mind. She could do this. She HAD to do this. Brooke closed her eyes, took a breath and typed out her reply.

“On my way”
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: metolius on March 29, 2018, 09:26:14 am
That was great! I can't wait to see what happens to Brooke next.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: Arie on March 30, 2018, 02:35:43 pm
I’m happy I finally decided to check the stories forum and yours was the topic at the at the top. I’ve been hooked right from chapter 1! I love how hot erotic the story is even when there is very little explicit sex scenes. It really explores how plastic can make normal life so much more exciting :-) Now don’t get me wrong, having the tension result in sex every now and then is great, but I just hope you have enough inspiration to keep exploring new situations for tons of chapters to come.

It looks like you understand the contagiousness of plastic amongst women (even if somewhat exaggerated here, but it is fiction after all) which is an effect I have onserved around me in real life aswell. In the individual one plastic procedure often results in multiple procedures and not rarely this “virus” infects other women aswell. I like the jealousy aspect you wanna explore later on and am excited to see where it goes. Please don’t lay into it to heavily to the point where they grow hateful of each other. I think more fun can be had with them supporting each other in the end and inviting new women into the plastic community, while at the same time them keeping their own personal preferences and look.

As for other things I’d like to see explored if you are up for it is the mention of the word “bimbo” and also the observation in the surgeons office of a patient having inflated lips with only one purpose. At first I thought maybe Brooke could eventually get heavy into the bimbofication fetish through the encouraging words of her followers and maybe discovering bimbofication blogs and seeing that might be what has been missing in her life. I guess that could still be what happens but she might also be the type who is all about the boobs and rediculous size. A bimbo is so much than looks after all, it’s a personality, a way of life.

Looks like you are working on the origin stories of these women, I hope it’ll result in more crossovers once the characters have been firmly established. Don’t give up on this and don’t be scared to revise some things here and there to create new story possibilities, and you’ll have a hit on your hands that could be huge in the plastic community!
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on March 30, 2018, 11:25:52 pm
Damn I really appreciate the thorough feedback. I think you and the others that have commented have definitely picked up on what I've been trying to accomplish-something a little more realistic in terms of proportions but also that comfort/addiction of continuing the plastic process once that first procedure happens. I honestly hadn't anticipated writing much past a few chapters with Jenna and Jake but the positivity from the forum has definitely kept it going. Thank you! I've been a bit preoccupied between quarter-end at work and studying for the GMATs but I should be able to sit down and write out the rest of Brooke's story next week. I try and get at least a chapter or two ahead each time I post something so I can keep the masses happy and not make you wait too long. Will post Brooke's next fill up by Sunday. Thanks again!
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: cheefyboy on March 31, 2018, 12:38:40 am
Excellent... Thanks for your time and efforts...

SL
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on April 01, 2018, 04:35:38 pm
One hour later, Brooke was sitting in a hospital bed with a gown on. Dr. Haskins and Nurse Miller were next to her preparing a few syringes and fluids. She was breathing deeply trying to keep herself calm. She sat there, moments away from a few plastic tubes of fluid blowing her chest up even bigger. It was nerve-wracking but also energizing.

“Ok, Brooke we’re going to get started. Now, how many CCs did you want to add?” Dr. Haskins asked.

“Umm…I don’t really know. What do most people do?” Brooke replied shyly.

“Haha well most people don’t use expanders. I think we can get in 200-300 but that may be pushing it. Should we split the difference at 250?” The doctor said with a smile. Brooke sat pondering. 250 didn’t seem like much. She was expecting a little more. She spoke out as if she’d been possessed by someone else entirely.

“I want as much as you can fit” she said. Her face turned to shock. She hadn’t even considered saying that so why had she said it? Was she losing her mind?

“You got it,” said Dr. Haskins and he brought the first 100cc syringe up to the small porter just under her right breast. He inserted the needle and slowly started pressing down on the plunger. Brooke immediately felt the cold fluid rushing in to the implant. It was one of the most bizarre sensations she’d ever felt.

As the first syringe neared empty, Brooke felt the pressure in her breast increase. It almost looked like her right boob was bigger than the left, which, given that it now had more fluid than the left made sense. Dr. Haskins inserted the second syringe and just like the first she felt the cool fluid forcing its way in. When he finished, her right breast now had noticeably more perk than the left. It was rounder and the projection greater. Brooke knew she’d now crossed the line from arguably big boobs into clearly fake. There was no turning back now.

Dr. Haskins inserted the third syringe. About halfway through he stopped.

“So this is 250 or 1150 total. Would you like me to stop here?” he asked. Brooke thought for a second.

“Lets keep going. Oh, and if you can fill the left one too while you’re at it, that’d be great. It needs some love,” Brooke joked. Dr. Haskins smiled and continue pressing the syringe until it was empty.

“I think I can fit one more but that’s about it,” He said. Brooke nodded in agreement.

When he was finished, her right breast was vastly different than the left. It was just so round and projected much further than before. Brooke thought it a good reminder of the change she’d undergone in less than an hour. She took a mental picture of it and tucked it away in the back of her mind.

“What do you think?” Asked Dr. Haskins. Brooke looked down at her swollen monster. She placed her hand underneath and lifted both noting the difference in weight. It looked like a small cantaloupe had been crammed into her chest.

“Great stuff doc. I honestly didn’t expect the shape to change so much from the 900s. You weren’t lying when you said the jump into 4 digits is a game changer.”

“What can I say? I’m kind of an expert” he said with a wink.

30 minutes later, Dr. Haskins finished the last syringe. Both of her boobs now had 1300ccs of fluid sloshing around her formerly non-existent chest. She got up to stand and felt the difference in her center of gravity. This would take some adjusting. She’d worn her Atari T-shirt in but wasn’t sure if she could get it over her dimensions. After some maneuvering and stretching she finally got it over her chest. The new size of her tits had stretched the shirt so much that her stomach was now exposed.

“Oh boy. Well, this will have to do,” she thought.

Brooke made her way out of the office, down to the street, and hopped in her waiting Uber. She had one stop to make before going home.

_____________

Brooke walked into Starbucks and immediately all eyes were on her. Calling her a nerd now might be a bit of a stretch. She had all the pieces of her former self but the two massive additions had forced her image across the line into bimboism.

She saw Ryan behind the counter who was clearly in shock. She smiled and walked up to the counter and just like last time, placed her palms on the counter and leaned forward. The front of her shirt was on the verge of exploding. The Atari logo was now morphed from being stretched unnaturally and her midriff was in clear view. The bra underneath was clearly too small. Ryan sauntered over to the register.

“Uh…hey…hey Brooke! Grande Americano with two pumps of vanilla?” he asked.

“I definitely just got more than two pumps added but yes that sounds great, Ryan,” Brooke said with a wink realizing how lame her joke was. She tried her best to keep a straight face. Ryan paused for a second. As he turned to make her coffeee, Brooke leaned in to whisper to him.

“Notice anything different?” she said, panting softly in his ear.

“I…I dunno. I mean you look…you look…” he fumbled with his words.

“Bigger?” She asked.

“…Yeah”

“Do you think they look good?” Brooke asked.

“I mean…well yeah they look amazing…I…they’re really hot,” Ryan said, completely red in the face.

“Good. That’s what I was hoping you’d say. Don’t think I’ve forgotten I have your number. Keep eyeing me the way you do and I just might have to use it, ” and she walked away to wait for her coffee.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: misterhermit on April 03, 2018, 04:32:14 am
wow great story!
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: metolius on April 03, 2018, 06:43:08 am
Can't wait for more!
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on April 11, 2018, 03:42:55 am
Back at home Brooke was glowing. She’d never felt so confident, sexual and in control. The new implants had taken a little adjusting but once she’d come to accept her new shape and that it was for “research” she’d grown to appreciate the additions. But now, with even more saline, she wanted to be aggressive. She wanted to be seen. And she was just getting started.

She immediately uploaded a 3 photo progression of herself in her T shirt. One without implants and looking plain as could be, one with her 900ccs and now with her 1300ccs, which made her implant-free appearance look practically shameful. Not only was the size of her tits noticeably different in each photo, the look in her eyes had changed. She was radiating confidence.

“Well, as predicted, people are treating me differently. I’ve had a few gawkers and a few negative comments but overall I’m being treated with an incredible amount of respect. Honestly, I can tell that people see me in a more sexual light and guys who never would have looked at me twice before are now trying to slip me their numbers or give me free things. It felt weird at first but now…I kind of enjoy it. It’s crazy to think what a good pair of boobs can do. What do you guys think?

- Brooke”

She was full of energy and craved more attention. Just then, she heard a dog bark from outside and immediately knew what was next. She hadn’t seen or talked to Taylor since the pool other than his text thanking her for the evening which she hadn’t responded to. Brooke threw off her T shirt and fumbled around in her drawer for the tank top she’d worn the last time she’d seen him. She knew it wouldn’t fit but she wanted to feel his eyes on her. She pulled the top over her freshly inflated chest. The bra she’d been wearing had been too small the moment she put it on at the doctor’s office after her fill up but she kept it on regardless. It made her tits pop in such an artificial way. The tank top was on the verge of tearing down the middle and Brooke knew it. She took a deep breath and tried not to move too much.

Taylor was outside in the lawn throwing a ball to his dog, Ox. It was about 5:30pm and he always tried to spend at least an hour outside with Ox, especially on days where he had to work from the office. He’d just tossed the ball when he heard footsteps behind him. He turned to see two massive orbs stuffed into a tiny top in front of him

“Hey…” said Brooke.

“…Hi” he replied

“I’m sorry I never responded. I was a little embarrassed after our evening and have had just so much going on.”

“No worries. Everything ok?”

“Yeah! Just coping with some…changes”. Brooke looked down at her swollen chest. Taylor tried his best not to look but he couldn’t resist. He felt like…Brooke wanted him to look.

“What do you think?” she asked.

“So you did go bigger? Damn. Those are…significant” Taylor said timidly.

“Oh no! Do you think they look bad? Are they too big?”

“No…no way! Not what I meant at all. They suit you really well. I mean they’re big but not too big. If anything…” and he cut himself off.

“If anything…what?” Brooke replied.

“Nothing. They’re perfect.”

“No, bad boy. I wanna know what you were going to say.” Brooke said forcefully and she grabbed him by the hand.

“I was going to say, if anything, you could still go even bigger. Don’t get me wrong they’re big. I mean BIG. But you carry them well and they don’t look out of control.” Brooke looked Taylor in the eye. She knew she was getting to him and she wanted him to want her but his unwavering eye contact made her want to jump him then and there.

“Do you have plans tonight?” she asked.

“Umm…not really. Ox and I were gonna share a pizza and maybe catch up on Netflix.”

“Lets go out. I wanna get to know you and have some fun. I haven’t been out in ages.”

“O…ok great. I’ll swing by around 8?” Taylor asked politely.

“Make it 9. See you then!” Brooke said and she gave him a kiss on the cheek before turning and walking back to her door.

_________

Inside, Brooke was ecstatic. She’d just asked a guy out for the first time in her life and the energy was consuming her. She had three hours before Taylor was coming to get her which was plenty of time to get ready. Brooke walked into her closet to the section she’d designated for “gifts” from her online supporters. She knew she’d been pushing her comfortable boundaries with tighter tops and a little more makeup but tonight she wanted to really turn heads. She knew just what to do.

_________

Jenna was just cooling down from an evening run when she heard a knock. She grabbed her water bottle and in only her doubled-up sports bras and leggings walked over and opened the door to see Brooke standing there smiling. This was the first time the two had seen each other since Brooke’s initial upgrade. Jenna broke into an enormous smile.

“You did it! Holy shit you look amazing! Turn around let me get the full view!” Brooke smiled. She thrust her chest out playfully and turned in place.

“What do you think?”

“Girl, you look unreal. Come in! I wanna hear all about it!” Brooke stepped in and closed the door behind her. Jenna lead her over to the kitchen where she grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses.

“Tell me everything,” she said. Brooke took a sip of wine, a deep breath and launched into her story. She walked Jenna through her entire journey from her first surgery to her ever growing online following to her first fill up and now all the male attention. Jenna’s eyes lit up as if she was fantasizing about the entire process. She sat there in her two sports bras, which she clearly needed to support her massive, 1900cc tits that were trying to escape out the sides and the top while her perfectly toned stomach remained perpetually clenched from endless sit-ups and training at her gym. The tops of her artificial tits glistened from the sweat that still lingered after her run. Had anyone looked in the window, they would’ve seen an incredible sight: Two beautiful women with completely opposite looks deep in conversation. One hipster and one fitness fanatic a foot apart, completely engaged in each other’s words. The one thing in common, of course, being the clearly fake tits crammed into their chests.

By the time Brooke finished, Jenna looked so intrigued and expectant of more details.

“So that brings me to tonight. I have a date with the new guy, Taylor, but I…don’t have anything to wear that’ll really make these... pop,” she said motioning to her overly stuffed chest.

“I was hoping you might…”

“Say no more. Follow me,” said Jenna and she grabbed Brooke by the hand and lead her into the bedroom. Jenna threw on the light to her walk-in closet. It was completely packed with outfits ranging from sun dresses to practically non-existent bikinis. Brooke was completely overwhelmed. Fortunately for her, Jenna was on a mission and started digging through the rows of clothes and began picking out certain items.

“So, a lot of these are from when I was about your size so they should fit pretty well. Here, try this.” Jenna handed Brooke a flowing skirt and what appeared to be a small gray button-up sweater.

“What do I do with this? It looks like it’s for a kid.” Brooke said with a laugh.

“Just put it on.” Jenna replied. Brooke pulled her shirt over her head and realized she hadn’t even considered whipping out her boobs in front of Jenna. Jenna smiled. She was staring at Brooke’s newly stuffed assets in her push up bra.

“Damn, girl. You look amazing. Imagine what you’ll look like after your next fill up?” Brooke couldn’t help but blush. She pulled the long sleeves of the sweater over her arms and attempted to button it up the middle but her boobs put up a fight. Finally she was able to get the three buttons together. Her stomach was exposed all the way up to the bottoms of her tits. The buttons were struggling not to pop while still putting her immense cleavage on full display.

“Oh yeah. That’s definitely the one,” said Jenna.

“You think? It’s not too much?”

“No way. You’re gonna blow that poor bastard’s mind,” replied Jenna with a mischievous grin.

“You can have the skirt too…BUT only if you text me after and tell me how it went. Deal?” Brooke Smiled.

“Deal”.

______________

Two hours later, Brooke heard the knock on her front door. She knew it was Taylor and she’d never been more ready. She opened the door and Taylor’s eyes bulged. Exactly the response she was looking for.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: dimen on April 12, 2018, 09:43:05 am
Excellent work. Again! Can't wait for more! The transformation stories of Nerdy Girls becoming hot Bimbos with brains are my favorite. Brooke realy has great potencial :)
I can easily see Brooke as Ariane Saint-Amour.
https://theperfectboobs.net/index.php?topic=3723.2505

A bit less tattos and maybe a nipple ring (or two ;))
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: metolius on April 15, 2018, 05:55:02 pm
I can't wait for more.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: sylvaticus on April 15, 2018, 06:06:28 pm
Holy shit, this continues to amaze me. So very well done!
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: Mrkvicka07 on April 18, 2018, 04:40:03 pm
This is one of my all time favorite stories so far, great work. I really like how the story is very detailed, really really authentic and realistic.
I have to say I cant wait for Casey's story though. It would be amazing if she could knock Jenna off the horse again and reclaim the title Queen of Silicone. Perhaps not by larger implants than Jenna to keep it realistic (as 1900cc are huge imo), but perhaps by getting butt implants, lip implants/injections, i.e. the full plastic look. It would be hilarious to see Jenna getting insecure again that her fitness natural ass is nothing compared to Casey's huge fake one  :D
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: c2tb33 on April 19, 2018, 04:06:14 am
Your writing is so great. I check a couple times every day to see if you have posted an update! The only way this gets better is if we get more chapters!
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on April 19, 2018, 04:31:20 am
As always, the positive feedback and interest from you guys are definitely keeping this thing going so thank you all. I truly appreciate it. Unfortunately you're gonna have to ride out a few more days before I can post the next installment (probably sunday?) I'll post sooner if I can. Hang in there!

-F
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on April 20, 2018, 10:12:11 pm
No time to edit. Sorry for the wait!

_________


“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.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: sylvaticus on April 21, 2018, 02:52:38 am
You continue to blow my mind. It gets better and better with each chapter. The introspection, the fascination, just awesome....
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: metolius on April 21, 2018, 06:02:33 pm
Incredible. I can't wait for more.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: dimen on April 25, 2018, 08:34:21 pm
Perfect. Just perfect! Getting addicted to Brooke. Daaaamn. Can't wait for more.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: c2tb33 on April 26, 2018, 05:27:38 am
Yes! Seriously cannot wait for more. Addicted is the right word.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on April 27, 2018, 12:07:30 am
As usual, not much time to edit. Hope it's not awful!

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The next two weeks flew by. Brooke was growing into her new dimensions and loving every second. The lingering glances, the shameless flirting…she was eating it all up. She and Taylor continued to talk but mostly through text. Work had taken over his life as his company had entered acquisition negotiations with one of their competitors.

She was getting anxious for her next appointment with Dr. Haskins. She knew she was ready but her mind continued to wander. What would this next fill change in her life? Would guys ogle her like a goddess? Would women scoff at her overinflated chest How big could she go? She found her moments of intense excitement often offset by the insecurity of the unknown but deep down she knew was committed to her transformation. Brooke still played with the idea that it was all for a “social experiment” but she knew what was happening. She was in control of everything for the first time in her life and she wanted to exercise that control to the limits.

The one area that was starting to struggle was Brooke’s blog. She’d stopped posting her in depth experiences and reviews and started posting pictures with more and more cleavage. Each pic was uploaded with questions like “how do I look fellas?” and “Should I go bigger?”. She was clearly in it for the attention and most of her female followers were starting to turn on her. Comments like “*WOMAN*” and “plastic bitch” were popping up in the comments. Brooke tried to convince herself that these women were just jealous but deep down she knew it bothered her. Her once stellar reputation as the honest and unmerciful social blogger had shifted towards bimbo-seeking-attention. The biggest redeeming quality was her spike in site visits. Her viewers had exploded as more people discovered her journey into excessively large fake tits. She was excited for what was next.

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Brooke followed Nurse Miller into the exam room. Just as with last time, large plastic syringes filled with saline lined the table next to the bed. She shut the door behind her.

“Go ahead and take your shirt off and make yourself comfortable on the bed. Dr. Haskins will be in shortly.”

Brooke waited for Nurse Miller to walk out and stripped off her top. She stared down at her inflated assets for a moment. Was she going too far? How big would she be after this? Her tits were already massive. She didn’t want to be a freak.

“You told yourself you’d see this through no matter the cost,” she said out loud.

“For once, you’re going to finish something you’ve started.” She took a deep breath and sat down on the bed. Brooke closed her eyes and breathed deeply for a few moments.

“Think positive,” she told herself. She pictured herself with tits twice their size, strolling the boardwalk in a bikini and long, flowing skirts with the eyes of every guy on her. Her unnaturally round chest barely contained by the white bikini top. As she was getting lost in her own head she heard the door open. Dr. Haskins stepped in.

“Brooke, my dear, how are you?”

“I’m great, Doc. Anxious to get this over with.”

“Don’t be anxious. You may leave a bit bigger but it’s completely safe and if I can be completely honest, you’re going to look fantastic. Your breasts look great now but a bit more size and projection will look amazing on you.”

“Thanks, Doc. I think I needed to hear that.”

“We got this. Don’t stress! Now, how many CCs did we want to add today?”

“What do you think is realistic? We were able to do 400 last time. Do you think it’s possible to do a little more?”

“Wow I was expecting you to say 200. But... lets go for it! Lets start with 400 and see where we’re at. Sound good?”

“Sounds great!” Brooke undid her bra and her breasts hung there as if gravity didn’t exist. Dr. Haskins cleaned the ports with alcohol swabs and before she knew it he had the first syringe connected and was filling. The cool fluid once again rushing into her chest giving her goosebumps.

The first syringe finished, then the second. By the third, Brooke could feel the pressure in her right breast increasing. The projection was starting to increase and the roundness was now noticeably different than the left. Brooke was mesmerized. Right in front of her, a simple plastic syringe and saline were inflating her chest to an incredible size. There wasn’t any pain or discomfort, only pressure, excitement and wonder.

Before she knew it, Dr. Haskins had finished the fourth syringe. Brooke couldn’t stop staring. She was now at 1700 CCs in her right breast. It looked enormous!

“Well, that’s 400. What do you think?”

“It’s so big! Honestly, I thought it might be a bit bigger though,” Brooke replied, once again feeling like she wasn’t in control of her own voice.

“I think we have a bit more room for another 100 CCs. Your call.”

“…Let’s go for it,” She said excitedly. Dr. Haskins connected the 5th syringe and began pressing the plunger. The pressure now was very noticeable. Her overinflated right boob was now turning red and the outlines of the implant were more defined than ever.

“That’s 500. How does it feel?” said Dr. Haskins.

“It feels…so full! I didn’t expect it to feel so tight. It doesn’t hurt in the slightest. Honestly, it feels pretty good,” Brooke said, fumbling with her words as she tried to explain.

“Time for the other one. Sit tight,” and Dr. Haskins connected the first syringe to her left breast. Brooke was excited for the impending inflation and stimulation that she knew was coming.

“Watching my tits inflate is so weird but so hot!” she thought to herself. She was loving every second of it.

45 minutes later the last drop of saline exited Dr. Haskins syringe.

“Well, my dear, that’s 1800 CCs in each breast. That’s pretty big! How are you feeling?”

“I feel great! A little curious how different it’s going to be getting around and figuring out what to wear but no regrets on my end! Thank you so much, Doc!”

“Anytime, Brooke. Do you think you’re interested in going much bigger?”

“It’s too soon to tell but I think there may be another fill or two in my future,” Brooke said with a wink and with that she tried to stand. The new weight was noticeably different. Gravity was pulling her from the front much more than before. She stumbled for a moment but caught herself. She felt her back tighten and her posture straighten.

“Easy peasy,” she said outloud. Dr. Haskins had stepped out so she could get dressed. She’d been prepared this time and had brought a few different clothing options not knowing how big she’d end up. Brooke was rifling through the bag when she noticed a crumpled up ball of gray at the bottom. She reached in and pulled it out. It was her Atari shirt. She grinned. Brooke pulled the shirt over her head and despite her new chest’s best efforts, was able to stretch it down to barely cover up her tits. She didn’t have a bra that fit so her tiny, clearly stretching nipples could be seen clear as day. She threw on a loose sweater over just to get herself out of the office without too much judgement and found her way to the sidewalk where her Uber was waiting.

“Starbucks on Main, please”

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Brooke peaked in the window and saw Ryan was working

“Perfect,” she thought. She stripped off her sweater and walked in the front door.

Inside, Ryan was just finishing taking an order for a young woman when he saw her walk in. She was wearing the same shirt as last time but now, it barely fit her. Her tits were massive! She’d clearly had more work done. Her nipples were hard and poking through the front. Ryan took a deep breath as she walked up.

“He…Hey, Brooke,” he said nervously.

“Hey you. What do you think?” she said with a smile and began pressing her enormous fake tits together with her upper arms. Her T shirt looked like it was ready to explode as her absurdly overfilled implants were forced together. She was showing more cleavage than she’d ever had before and it was all visible through her completely stretched shirt. If she moved too abruptly it might explode into a cloud of cotton.

“Did you…do something different?” Ryan gulped.

“I just came from my surgeon. Guess how many CCs he put in me?”

“I dunno…200?”

“200!? Try again. 200 is for amateurs.”

“300?” Brooke shook her head no. She looked around to make sure no one was looking and reached her hands up underneath her overly-stuffed breasts. She hefted them up together testing the elasticity of her shirt once again

“500 CCs. That puts me at 1800. Do you think they look good?” she asked flirtatiously.

“They’re…so big and… so sexy,” Ryan replied turning bright red.

“But what if I went bigger? Do you think they’d look good bigger?”

“Didn’t you just go bigger!? How big can you even go?”

“Bigger…” Brooke said smiling. She scanned the room again. Only one customer. She reached across and grabbed Ryan’s hand and held it up to her chest.

“What do you think?”

“I…I…”

“Aren’t they big?”

“I…”

“And firm?”

“I…”

“I’ll be seeing you soon, Ryan,” and she turned and walked out.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: metolius on May 03, 2018, 06:47:36 am
Wow. Incredible! Any updates coming soon?
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: dimen on May 03, 2018, 09:26:38 am
I actually thought she's gonna flash him at the end ... Greatest Nerdy Bimbo in the making... Please don't take too long to finish the next chapter! Can't wait to see her getting even more in love with all the eyes on her! All for the sake of "research" ofcourse :)

I would like to se her go shopping for more revealing clothes, shoes and sexy lingerie + trying on all the kinky stuff follovers send her.
It is absolutly crazy how she went from nobody (as said by Ferdinand 1 - nothing that would make any guy walking by look twice) to "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."

It's so hard to find anykind of new (good written) Bimbo Breast expansion stories these days. So all we can do is wait for you!

With this pace the story and Brooke herself can go on for a long time and i sure hope this continues to amaze us each week for a really long time. She has a lot more room to expand her nerdy bimbo horizonts (more breast fillers, lips, ass, a tattoo or piercing here and there ...) Not to mention her blog... She could get people to pay her to do  or promote stuff; Cosmetics, cars, lingerie, fitness or pole dancig classes, cameras, ... even intimate toys later on...

Realy grateful you're doing this!


Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on May 04, 2018, 02:06:53 am
Sorry to keep you guys waiting! Just gotta survive the week from hell and I'll get the next chapter posted.

Dimen - I'll work in some clothes shoppping for sure in the next chapter. Maybe with Jenna...
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on May 04, 2018, 03:54:02 am
Alright I lied. Here's something to hold you over

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10 minutes later, Brooke stepped into her condo. She shut the door behind her and immediately ran to the bathroom. She flicked on the light and it was at that moment that saw herself for the first time since her latest fill. Her massive chest now dominating any other feature she possessed. Her T Shirt somehow was still covering her overinflated assets but at this point it was stretched so much that it basically did nothing. Brooke realized how absurdly *WOMAN*ty she must’ve looked while in Starbucks but for some reason it didn’t bother her. It actually made her feel a little hot.

“That poor kid,” she thought to herself as she realized what she’d put Ryan through.

“He’ll be ok. I bet that was one of the best moments of his life. Getting to feel these giant, gorgeous tits? I spoiled him.”

Brooke stood there for a moment analyzing her every curve. She thought back to what she’d looked like not all that long ago: simple, a little bitchy, conservative. But now, now she had the power to turn heads, to control men and make them blush and panic. SHE was sexy. SHE was a bombshell and she truly felt like it.

Brooke turned to the side and stared at the projection of her overstuffed tits. They stood out so far, slightly less round than perfect spheres. She soaked it in. These bags of saline had been stuffed into her chest and filled with fluid, slowly flooding into her chest making her tits bigger and bigger. Brooke thought back to her first fill. She’d been overwhelmed then but now they seemed like nothing. Anyone that had the pleasure of looking at her would know without hesitation that her breasts were as fake as could be.

Still staring from the side, Brooke thrust her chest out. She felt the resistance from her tiny shirt attempting to maintain control but losing. As she gazed at her perfect shape, she heard her shirt slowly start to rip down the center. She froze for a second in contemplation. It didn't take long before she realized she wanted to see if she could finish the job. Brooke thrust her shoulders back further, forcing her incredible breasts out as far as possible. Her shirt continued to rip until nothing was left but a narrow strip at the bottom. This freed her chest from their confines and her tits poured out, finally exposed in all their glory for her to gaze upon in the mirror without any distractions. The sides of her implants stood a good three inches past the edges of her ribcage while the tops of her implants stood high near her collarbone, showing the most unnatural transition from her upper chest to her tits.

“So fake,” Brooke said out loud, turning to the side while standing with her legs posed like an Instagram model. Her hands wandered up and gently explored her giant implants. Despite their size, she could feel everything, the tingling causing her nipples to perk up. What was hotter though was watching herself play with her tits in the mirror. It was like…someone else was there touching her in the ways that felt best.

Brooke spent the next few minutes posing in different ways and taking mental notes on what looked hottest. Her personal favorite was leaning forward while crossing her arms under her implants and squeezing. It forced her tits together making them look even bigger like they might burst.

By this point, Brooke was completely aroused. She needed a release but this type of arousal was new to her. She was turned on by her own appearance, especially the notion that her tits had grown from nothing and were now so big and round that anyone who had known her before and hadn’t kept up with her blog would be floored by the changes. She smiled at herself in the mirror for a moment before walking over to the tub and turning on the water. While the water ran, she walked to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of wine and a glass and headed back to the bathroom.

Within a few minutes, the tub was full and getting bubbly. She stripped off her yoga pants, poured herself a glass of wine and stepped in. By now the water had filled enough to just reach her monstrous chest. She’d read things online about fake tits floating and her curiosity got the best of her. Brooke downed her entire glass and let herself slip into the water. Her head was above the surface and she positioned herself in a way that let her incredible fake tits float up through the suds. The mirror on the wall opposite the tub had the best view in the house. She was primed for a show.

The image excited Brooke to no end. She watched and felt her hands gliding over her assets, gently brushing against her nipples. The bubbles gave them the smoothest feel while shining in the dimmed bathroom light. Her right hand slowly and effortlessly slid beneath the surface, down her stomach and flirted with the insides of her thighs. As she teased herself she felt her left hand start aggressively playing with her tits with more passion than she’d dared use before. She’d always worried she’d be too rough and to be honest, her implants were still pretty new.

As Brooke squeezed, pinched and pressed her enormous chest, her right hand began aggressively working her tight, smooth little box beneath the bubbles. Faster and faster she went as she watched herself playing with her tits in the mirror. In her head she was wondering who she was becoming. The image of herself was turning her on. The more she watched herself play with her absurdly stuffed tits the more turned on she became, which was met by her other hand working intensely in attempts to build the satisfaction.

Before she knew it she’d hit the point of no return. Her hand was now working as hard as it ever had, building the passion to the point of absolute explosion. Her body was screaming for release. She threw her head back and let out the most sexual, animalistic scream she’d ever experienced.

Brooke sat there for a good minute, frozen in orgasmic paralysis. Her left hand was fully clenched like a vice on her right breast while her right hand laid limp between her thighs. Her eyes were closed but Brooke was smiling with every inch of her body. She let out a small laugh before slightly gaining her senses back. Brooke opened her eyes and lifted her head. She saw her flush face in the mirror staring back at her with her balloons floating in the suds in front of her. She took a deep breath. Suddenly, her face turned serious. Before she knew what was happening, her hands took on a mind of their own and began running over her bobbing spheres.

“I guess this is happening again,” she said to herself and her hand inched back down below the surface, ready to bring her to yet another incredible climax.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: metolius on May 09, 2018, 07:51:45 am
Amazing stuff. Can't wait for more.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on May 09, 2018, 11:15:54 pm
Brooke woke up the next morning feeling refreshed. The previous night’s antics had exhausted her in the best possible way and her sleep had been near-coma. She crawled out of bed and with a yawn, stretched her arms and back. As she arched her back she felt the weight of her chest begin to restrict how far she could extend. Brooke looked down at her overfilled tits and smiled.

“Hello there,” she said out loud to her implants and gave them a squeeze. The tank top she’d been sleeping in was now virtually useless. It barely covered anything since her fill and other than adding a little support while she slept could disintegrate at any moment. Brooke walked over to her closet and begin throwing clothes around looking for something that might fit.

After a few minutes, Brooke was flustered. Given the size of her breasts, her entire wardrobe was now obsolete. She had a few sweaters and jackets she could make work but what she really wanted was new clothes that would make her chest irresistible. Brooke pulled up her phone to check her latest ad revenue from her site’s activity. She hadn’t been as vigilant as she had been in the past and had put her efforts into really just getting attention from her viewers. Brooke stood still for a moment. Her account read “$7,436” which was more than she’d ever had at one time. Immediately, ideas of what she could buy and places she could go starting flying through her mind.

“First things first,” she thought. Brooke pulled up her texts and opened her last convo with Jenna.

“Hey girl, I need your help. After my latest fill I realized my wardrobe doesn’t exactly ‘compliment’ the additions. I want a complete overhaul. Up for some shopping? Lunch is on me…” It didn’t take long for Brooke’s phone to buzz with a response from Jenna.

“I’ll be at your place in 20 minutes! Can’t wait to see!”. Brooke was thrilled. Knowing that Jenna never went anywhere without looking like a hard 10, Brooke knew she had to at least step her game up a little. She dug through her mess of clothes and snagged a few things she thought might look good.

A few minutes later, she stood in front of her mirror. Brooke was wearing tight, ripped jeans with black leather heels and a flannel button up that she’d spent the bulk of her time attempting to close over her enormous cleavage. Because of the added masses on her chest, the bottom no longer buttoned like it should so she tied it off showing off a generous amount of stomach. Of course, Brooke had to wear her signature tortoiseshell glasses with beanie. She wanted to look as sexy as possible while maintaining an ounce of her former appearance.

Brooke stared at herself. A few weeks ago she never would’ve dreamed about stepping outside dressed like this. Now, she looked like an absolute knockout with giant fake tits stuffed into an undersized shirt. She was ready to feel those eyes on her.

As she was beginning to pose for herself, the doorbell rang. She walked to the door and opened it. Jenna stood there looking like any guy’s dream. She was in jean shorts that barely covered her perfectly sculpted ass, cowboy boots and a plunging white halter top that showed off nearly all of her 1900cc implants. Her abs were barely visible but showed off her hours of hard work in the gym each week. Brooke had a flat stomach but Jenna was cut. Side by side, they were a fantasy.

“Holy shit…your tits look AMAZING!” Jenna shrieked. She lunged out with both hands and grabbed them.

“Ugh they’re so firm. I LOVE them. How big are you now?”

“1800 as of my last fill. I miiiiight have another fill or two in my future though,” Brooke replied with a smile as Jenna continued to play with her boobs.

“Shit! That means you’re gonna be bigger than me!” Jenna replied still exploring all angles of Brooke’s new additions.

“Sorry! They’re just really fucking awesome. Let’s get a move on!” Jenna said and finally released Brooke’s chest.

The two set off toward the beach, giggling to one another and completely content with everything about the moent. They knew everyone walking past was staring at them and their enhancements. Jenna seemed immune to it but Brooke was soaking it in.

Jenna had made a list of stops to make given her recent experiences with wardrobe updates. The first: bathing suits and bikinis. Jenna loved to wear them just as a top and thought it was a good starting point for Brooke. Before Brooke had a second to digest the vast selection, Jenna had handed her a dozen to try on and was pushing her into a changing room.

The first was a basic black bikini that didn’t appear to cover much at all. Brooke unbuttoned her top and stretched the black material across her chest and tied it around her neck and back. She had to play with it a bit before she could get it to cover her nipples. She looked in the mirror. Her heels made her look so much more dominant than she thought. Brooke eyed herself in the mirror as she was becoming more and more accustomed to doing. Her tits were so big and perky that the bikini was doing nothing to keep them up or in. All it really did was cover her nipples and it barely did that but there was something about the combination of heels, jeans and *WOMAN*ty bikini that turned her on a little bit. She undid the strings and tossed it aside, starting a pile of items she wanted.

Brooke worked through another 5 tops, some of which fit and some that didn’t stand a chance with her enormous tits. The final top in her pile was metallic silver that glistened in the light from all angles. She pulled it up to her chest and tied the first strings around her neck but couldn't finagle the ones behind her back. After a few aggravated attempts she called for backup.

“Hey Jenna, can I use you for a second?” Her curtain brushed aside and in walked a smiling Jenna. Brooke turned towards her, bare tits completely exposed except for the tiny bikini hanging from around her neck. Jenna was a good four inches shorter so her view of Brooke’s epic implants was perfect. She could see them slightly from the bottom in all their glory. She reached forward and hefted them, completely oblivious to the bikini that needed tying. The curtain was still slung over a hook and a few customers in the store could see Brooke’s fully exposed naked tits defying gravity. She tensed for a second before stepping toward the doorway in full view, knowing people could see her, and asked Jenna to tie the back. Jenna stood behind her and like a jockey trying to reign a horse, managed to get the top over her friend’s enormous chest and tied securely.

“*WOMAN*,” mumbled one girl who tried to walk off with her boyfriend whose feet seemed to be stuck in cement. Brooke stared him right in eyes and thrust her chest out. He was completely transfixed before his girlfriend came back and dragged him out of the store.

Brooke turned back to Jenna and the mirror, her overfilled tits glistening in their new environment. The shiny silver bikini seemed to add even more projection to their appearance.

“If you really wanna turn heads, you have to get that…” said Jenna staring at Brooke’s tits once again. Brooke yanked on the top strings and the top fell away, exposing her tits to Jenna again. She smiled mischievously. Jenna smiled back and rolled her eyes playfully before walking out.

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A few minutes later, Brooke grabbed her receipt and the two headed off to the next shop.

After a few hours, Brooke and Jenna found themselves in a little dress boutique. Brooke snagged a few dresses to try on and Jenna was doing her normal routine of picking out things she thought would look sexy on Brooke. They were about to head to the dressing room when they heard a small argument across the shop.

“Meredith?” Jenna said. Meredith looked over with a hint of tears in her eyes. She’d been arguing with her husband who had the appearance of a somewhat successful businessman with minimal style.

“Oh…oh hey Jenna!” she replied and wiped the tears away from her eyes.

“Everything ok?”

“Yeah we were just talking about some stuff. Holy shit…I mean I’ve seen your latest boob job at our workout sessions but do you exclusively hang out with girls with huge fake tits?” Meredith said signaling to Brooke.

“She just happened to be going on a similar plastic adventure. We also happen to be neighbors,” Jenna said with a grin.

“Babe, aren’t you going to introduce me?” blurted Meredith’s husband, Jack, who had a grin on his face that screamed “sleaze”.

“Of course, my sweet. This is Jenna, my fitness coach and her friend Brooke.”

“Well hello ladies. You are an absolute vision if I do say.” and he grabbed each of their hands in an awkward handshake. His gaze shifted from their faces to their tits and didn’t stray for a few seconds until Meredith coughed.

“Hun, I need a minute with the girls. I’ll meet you outside in a minute.” Her husband turned on a unhappy face.

“Fine. But you know the rules. Don’t forget,” and he walked outside. Meredith turned back to Brooke and Jenna with the best smile she could muster.

“What rules?” asked Brooke.

“It’s complicated,” replied Meredith.

“Is everything ok? You seem pretty upset,” said Jenna as she placed a consoling hand on Meredith’s shoulder.

“It’s just…we saw you two earlier and Jack hasn’t shut up about you and your...and your…boobs.”

“What does that have to do with rules?” asked Jenna.

“I haven’t worked in years. I mean I didn’t even finish college. He makes all the money and said if I want us to stay together I need to try harder to spice things up. He wants me to get another…another boob job. Except this time he wants them as big as possible. I told him doctors here aren’t as willing to go as big as he wants but he said he’d fly me anywhere in the world to get it done. But If I say no then I’m cut off and have to find a job. I could do another boob job a little bigger but could never pull off the sizes you both have or more. I mean, you’re ten years younger and gorgeous.” Meredith sniffled. Jenna and Brooke looked at each other. They loved their fake tits and their own journeys to get there but this poor woman was basically being forced into getting massive tits.

“Hey It’s all gonna be fine. Listen, don’t do anything you don’t wanna do. Don’t get strong armed into bigger implants because of money. I need some time but I may have something for you in the near future if you need work. I have no doubt you’d do great,” blurted Brooke. Jenna looked at her inquisitively before speaking up.

“Hang in there, Mer. Here, you’ve got my number, take Brooke’s as well. Anytime you wanna talk about this stuff, text us. We’re here for you,” said Jenna. Meredith broke into a smile and hugged them both. She wiped her face, put on a pretend smile and walked out to meet Jack.

“That’s kind of fucked up,” said Brooke.

“Totally. That poor woman. She’s a sweetheart. She shouldn’t let her husband force her into something like that. I wonder what she’ll do.” Brooke's mind was wandering. She was thinking about what it would be like if someone forced her to get bigger tits. She kind of liked the idea.

"What is wrong with me?" she thought to herself and forced herself back to reality.

The two strode outside and looked at their surroundings. In front of them was a beachside tequila bar.

“Up for a few?” Jenna asked

“More than a few,” Brooke replied and they strutted in and straight to the bar with tits bouncing and all heads turning.

"Six shots of Patron, chilled," said Jenna who turned and smiled at Brooke.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: Arie on May 10, 2018, 10:32:08 pm
I wonder how that couple is gonna fit in... Keep up the good work!
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on May 11, 2018, 04:16:09 am
I dunno how much their story will intersect with Brooke but once Brooke's story wraps up I wanna do one from Meredith's world (and Casey if you remember her from Jenna's story). The goal was originally to write one for each: boob job for a guy, for attention, for the wrong reasons and for the sake of jealousy. Each story line will overlap a little but if it hasn't been completely obvious I'm kinda figuring it out as I go (honestly didn't expect to write much past the very first chapter of Jake and Jenna so thank you all for the feedback and support). More to come soon.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: dimen on May 12, 2018, 04:33:26 pm
This makes me happy for two reasons. First, Brooke is only two of four :)
Second, Brooke is just now starting to really enjoy her transformation and the effect its having on herself and on others. We can see how bold she has become and how "normal" it is for her to be half naked around people. No more baggy T shirts and hiding. I really like your writing. I think i can speak on behalf of a lot of people if i say Brooke cold have her storry going on for a lot more time than you originally thought. We all really appreciate you work and eagerly a wait your stories. Bimbofication thru Brookes story still has a lot of potencial. She is doing him  the best possible commercial so the doc. could suggest her but implants, he could make her lips bigger and puffier, she could start wearing corsets, she could visit hair and makeup sallon. She cold go full on bimbo with lets say nipple rings and some cool tattoos... There is now a whole new world in front of her... Her blog is actually making a lot of money. She could start modeling sexy underwear and posting on her blog. She could also try to see how it is to be with a woman. She already showed her her bobbs and loved it...
Do all 4 stories but i can easly see Brookes story beeing a stand alone one that cold go on for a year or even more.
Thx for everything.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: metolius on May 16, 2018, 07:09:29 am
Can't wait to see what happens next with Brooke.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on May 17, 2018, 02:27:39 am

Last chapter before her next fill:
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The bar was basic. It had a center area with countertops on all sides, high top tables around the outside, a few TVs airing B level sports and no walls, which allowed the ocean breeze to flow through unhindered. Brooke and Jenna strutted in, fake tits on display expecting all eyes to turn. To their dismay, the eyes that were there did turn but the clientele was seriously lacking; a few  guys in their early 30s sat scattered around the bar with a few couples at the high tops. Brooke immediately noted that none of the guys whose bulging eyes were now transfixed on her chest really stood out as being all that attractive. She loved to tease guys she knew were beneath her but she was ready to try for the next level. She wanted to work a little.

“Four shots of Patron, please,” Jenna said to the bartender.

“Four shots coming up,” he replied stone-faced . Brooke had initially overlooked the bartender but the more she looked at him the more her interest grew. He was wearing basic bartender attire: jeans, a gray V-neck T-shirt and a half-sleeve tattoo that wandered down to his elbow. His arms were toned and upper body looked well-built . The one detail, despite his seemingly powerful physique were the glasses her wore which completed shifted his image. He kind of looked like a fit nerd.

Less than a minute later he came back and laid out the shot glasses and began pouring.

“Limes and salt?” he asked, staring Brooke square in the eyes. Brooke stared back. His gaze was mesmerizing. What amazed her more was the fact that his eyes never wavered down to her absurdly generous cleavage on full display.

“Yes…please,” Brooke muttered. She was trying to wrap her head around the fact that this guy didn’t seem interested in her or Jenna in the slightest. For some reason that made her want him. Before she could get too lost in her own head, Jenna grabbed a shot and spoke up.

“Here’s to new friends, huge tits and tequila.” She and Brooke clinked glasses and threw back their first shot. Brooke saw the bartender glance over. She quickly grabbed the second and threw it back trying to maintain her eye contact with him. He looked away, seemingly not interested.

“Shit I didn’t know we were on to the second so quickly!” exclaimed Jenna who grabbed her second shot and threw it back with ease. The two stood there for a second adjusting to the taste. They were both leaning against the bar on one elbow, facing each other. Their 3700 combined CCs of saline were mere centimeters away from touching.

They looked at each other for a second before smiling. Jenna motioned to the bartender for four more shots. He nodded in agreement. As he made his way around behind the bar, Brooke’s searing gaze followed him. She was determined to get through to him. Women stared at her tits, guys of all shapes, sizes and marital statuses stared…so why wasn’t this guy? She knew she looked good. Suddenly, an idea popped into her head.

“I’ll be back in two minutes. Don’t take those shots without me,” Brooke said and with one quick motion, grabbed one of her shopping bags and stepped into the women’s restroom. She stripped off her top and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.

“What the fuck?” she thought to herself.

“I look sexy as hell. I’d do me with these.” and she reached up to give her tits a squeeze. Brooke posed in ways that made her feel sexiest before reaching into her bag and pulling out the metallic bikini she’d bought earlier. She pulled it up to her monstrous tits and began the battle of tying it off around her neck and back.

After a few minutes, she was comfortable that the strings were triple-knotted tight enough to keep her balloons in. She looked in the mirror: the tension she’d maintained when tying off her top had somehow managed to make her implants look even more perky. The shiny material was glistening in the dim bathroom light. Her heals made her legs look extra long in her tight jeans.

“Something’s missing,” she thought. Brooke reached up and let her hair fall naturally. It looked a little messy but it was long and full and paired with her outfit made her look like she was ready for a photo shoot. She smiled to herself, grabbed her things and walked back to the bar.

“Fuck…me,” said Jenna wide eyed.

“I’m pretty sure every guy here is hard as a rock right now. Those tits…look…MASSIVE!”

“Not every guy,” Brooke replied sheepishly. The bartender wasn’t paying any attention to her. A pretty blonde had sat down at the bar while she was in the bathroom. She had a nice body but was flat as a board. The worst part was that the bartender was leaning on the counter talking to her and he was smiling!

Jenna noticed Brooke’s frustrated look.

“Hey…are you into that guy?”

“Crap. I think so. He’s barely acknowledged me since we got here. I mean, look at me right now. I look like a *WOMAN*! I mean, a hot *WOMAN*, but still! What’s the deal? Am I not…big enough? Hot enough?”

“Hun, you’re massive. Your tits look unreal and you look sexy as hell from top to bottom. You don’t need his stupid lust. Every guy here wants to be on you right now although I’m not sure any of them could handle you,” Jenna replied looking around at the guys who were attempting to sneak glances at their giant fake tits but were failing to make it discrete. Brooke reached out and grabbed a shot.

“Hey you’re not leaving me behind this time,” Jenna said and tossed back her tequila. Brooke followed. The two raced to grab the second and threw it back with ease.

They sat there for just under ten minutes while the bartender chatted up the blonde on the other side of the bar. One of the guys at the bar motioned to the bartender and muttered something. He looked over his shoulder at Jenna and Brooke and nodded. The bartender strode over and refilled their shot glasses.

“From the guy in the blue polo,” he said emotionlessly. Now Brooke was irritated.

“Let’s try something,” she said. Brooke licked her finger and ran it down her incredible cleavage. She then poured salt on top and grabbed a slice of lime which she wedged firmly between her overfilled tits. Jenna smiled and rolled her eyes as she was becoming accustomed to doing. Brooke looked at the guy that had bought their shots and motioned with her finger for him to come over. He turned red and awkwardly sauntered over.

“What’s your name?” she asked.

“Uhhh..Charles,”

“Sit,” she said. Like an obedient dog he sat instantly. He was about 18 inches away from both sets of tits.

Brooke turned to Jenna and smiled. Jenna slowly moved closer as sexily as possible. She placed her hands gently on Brooke’s enormous chest and slowly started running her tongue down her cleavage, licking up every last grain of salt. She grabbed a shot of tequila and downed it effortlessly. Jenna turned back to Brooke and placed her hands back on her tits. She pushed them together forcing the lime to the top where she grabbed it in her mouth and sucked out every ounce of lime juice. As she resurfaced she looked at their new gentleman friend who was smiling like a complete idiot. His pleated khakis and tucked in polo really weren’t doing him any favors but they’d just given the poor guy a great show. Brooke was smiling from ear to ear and looking at Jenna. Then she turned.

“Your turn,” she whispered to Charles. She poured the salt onto her chest and placed the lime between her tits. Charles leaned forward and awkwardly licked up as much salt as he could. He threw back a shot of tequila which caused him to immediately cough and his eyes to bulge. He caught his breath before leaning in, fumbling for the lime and quickly dropped it onto the ground.

“Whoops…sorry I’m not very good at this,”

“Don’t apologize, Charlie. Did you like that?”

“I really did. That was a first. You’re…you’re both really hot,” he said before turning bright red and practically sprinting back to his seat.

By this point, the blonde across the bar was staring as was everyone else except the intended target. Brooke was flustered. She loved the feeling of being watched and desired by all these guys but this one guy was driving her crazy. She now craved his attention.

“What else can I do short of dumping these completely things out?” she thought. Just then, Jenna, flagged down the bartender.

“Yes?”

“Hey, what’s your name?”

“Mike,”

“Nice to meet you, Mike. I’m Jenna and this is Brooke. Hey we’re sorry if that made anyone uncomfortable. We’ve had a long day and just wanted to blow off some steam.”

“No worries. This place could use a little excitement.” he replied casually. He’d been looking at Jenna during the exchange but Brooke finally caught his eyes slip to her chest for half a second. She was in.

“Hey Mike, can we grab a couple of Corona’s to wash down the tequila? Those are gonna catch up with us pretty quickly,” Brooke said playfully.

“Sure thing,” he replied.

“…and any chance we can buy you a drink? Hopefully we don’t cause too much trouble tonight but we want to express our…appreciation,” she said as she stared Mike square in the eye. He paused for a second before responding.

“You guys do look like trouble…I’ll allow it. I’m a whiskey guy. It feels like a Whistlepig kind of night,” and he broke a small smile. Brooke lit up. She’d finally broken through. She looked across the bar at the blonde who now looked completely pissed.

“I win, bitch” she thought to herself.

A minute later, Mike came back with their beers and a glass of Whistlepig on the rocks.

“Cheers, ladies. Thanks for the drink,” and they all clinked glasses and took a sip. Brooke was staring at him lustfully. Mike let his eyes lock with hers for a second before turning back to the bar.

____________

A few hours passed and the girls continued drinking, laughing and mocking the lousy sports on TV. The bar had died down to the point where it was only Jenna, Brooke, Mike and Charles. Charles was looking a bit rough and was struggling to sit still. Mike came over.

“Hey ladies, last call. I think I’m gonna close up a little early tonight.”

“Nooo don’t kick us out just yet! We’re enjoying the…scenery,” Brooke said, clearly drunk and eyeing Mike like a piece of meat.

“Sorry ladies. Owner’s rules, not mine. Take your time though. No rush at all.”

Brooke looked over at Jenna who stared back. She let out a little grin.

“Hey Charlie, why don’t we find ourselves some cabs and get out of here,”

“Yeshh…yeah ok,” replied Charlies. Jenna escorted him out and into a waiting cab before turning back to Brooke, giving her a thumbs up and hopped in her own cab.

Mike was washing the bar with a towel and despite the basic act of cleaning, Brooke thought he looked incredibly sexy. At this point, the TVs were off and Mike had turned on some mellow music that he appeared to be singing along to. She needed to fuck him. She needed to feel his hands gripping her tits while his eyes admired her surgically enhanced chest.

“Hey, Mike?”

“Yeah, Brooke?

“I never thought this was possible but you make scrubbing a bar super sexy. I mean, I’m all bothered over here.”

“Hilarious,” he replied assuming she was being sarcastic. Brooke walked around the outside of the bar slowly, keeping her eyes on him. Mike was watching her. She made her way behind the bar and walked up to him.

“I’m serious.” She said straight-faced. Mike stared back.

“But I have to know…why were you so cold to me?” she asked.

“ehhhhh it’s complicated.” Brooke stepped closer.

“I want to know,” she said.

“We get so many beautiful women in here but everyone wants something. Most want to flirt and try to score free drinks from me or the staff. Others are here to try and meet rich men to fund their lifestyle. They all want something but never truly want someone. You get numb to it after a while. I don’t want to make generalizations but when you and Jenna first came in I just got that vibe. You’re both beautiful and…very well endowed and I’d love to be wrong but I’ve never known anyone with boobs so big and fake to be interested in anything but money. Sorry if that’s too honest.”

“You’re wrong.” said Brooke seemingly offended.

“I am?”

“Yeah. I do want something. I want you. I want you to fuck me on the bar while telling me how much you love my big fake tits. I want to feel your hands on my chest and your lips on my neck and feel you deep inside me until we both scream bloody fucking murder because we’re cumming so hard…”

Mike was wide-eyed and stepped back for a second. Brooke was afraid she’d crossed the line but the tequila had made her fearless. Suddenly, he broke into a grin. He looked around at the boardwalk which was completely dead. He dimmed the lights and motioned for Brooke to come toward him.

“Wait,” he said. Brooke paused. Mike was finally staring at her tits.

“Those. are so. fucking. big,” and he reached forward grabbing her by the hip with one hand. Brooke looked up at him in adoration as he eyed her endowments. He reached up to untie her top but Brooke stopped him. She reached over, grabbed the bottle of Whistlepig Mike had been drinking early and handed it to him.

“Watch,” she said. In perfect rhythm to the music play, she smoothly kicked off her heals and slowly shook off her jeans. Brooke stood there in her shimmering bikini and black thong, hips gently swaying to the music. She grabbed a bottle of tequila, took a big swig and hopped up on the bar where she sat with her legs crossed.

“Come here,” she said in her sexiest voice. Mike slowly walked over to her. Brooke took another swig before reaching behind her head and undoing the strings. The bikini fell away leaving her overstuffed tits fully exposed, projecting unnaturally like near spheres. They were so big and round on her body. Her upper arms were hidden as she sat there with the bottle in one hand.

Brooke slowly leaned back, resting on one elbow and motioned to her stomach. Mike understood and slowly moved his mouth to her body. She smiled and started pouring tequila down her chest, between her massive assets to her stomach were Mike was waiting. He licked up every drop as if he needed it to survive before slowly working his mouth up to her incredible tits that were standing there, jutting out dramatically as Brooke leaned back. She watched Mike work slowly, covering every inch of her tits with his tongue and hands. She loved the lustful look in his eyes as he surveyed her surgeons work.

After a few minutes, his left hand wandered down and slowly pulled her thong to the ground. He then grabbed her under the small of her back and laid her flat on the bar, her tits standing there defying every possible law of physics.

He started kissing her stomach before slowly moving lower. And then lower. And then lower until his tongue started working the insides of her thighs and beyond. Brooke arched her back in ecstasy. Her left hand still clutched the bottle as if it couldn’t let go while her right had now started aggressively playing with her own implants.

She was getting lost in the pleasure and the feeling of Mike expertly working her tight box was bringing her to the brink of explosion. Faster and faster he went. It started quietly but her moans became louder and louder as if she had no control over it. Suddenly, he kicked it into overdrive and the pressure between her legs became too much. She thrust her chest out and screamed in pure orgasmic ecstasy. After about 20 seconds, her body relaxed and she was able to come to her senses.

“Fuck that was incredible,” she said hoarsely. She moved the bottle of tequila to her lips and took a swig.

“Your turn,” she said and she leapt down. Brooke pushed Mike against the bar and started feeling the outline of his raging hard-on.

“Someone’s excited,” she said and she started undoing his jeans.

“How could I not be? You’re so hot…THOSE are so hot,” Mike responded.

“You like em big, baby?” Brooke said as *WOMAN*ty as possible while still teasing his dick.

“On you? Absolutely.”

“Oh yeah? Well I have something to tell you.”

“What’s that?”

“I’m gonna get bigger. I’m gonna get much bigger. Next time you see me these are gonna make you cum just from looking at them.” At this point Mike was struggling not to lose it. Brooke had managed to get Mike’s pants completely off and slowly lowered her mouth onto his manhood. With absolute confidence, she began working her mouth and tongue and was met with validating groans of pleasure. She continued to work for a good five minutes before Mike spoke up.

“Baby, I’m gonna cum.”

“Not yet,” replied Brooke. She leapt onto the bar and laid flat on her back with one knee up.

“I need you to fuck me.” Mike moved on top of her and just before thrusting deep into her spoke up.

“I don’t have a condom.”

“Good. Fuck me hard but I want you to cum on my overfilled fake tits,” and with that Mike forced himself into her.

They moved in rhythm on top of the bar, Mike thrusting intensely deep inside Brooke. The pace began to quicken and Brooke slowly started moaning again.

“Tell...me…you...love…these…big….tits” Brooke said between thrusts.

“They’re so fucking sexy. I can’t wait to see them even bigger. Those tits. Bigger. In that bikini. At my bar. Bouncing as we fuck. Again and again. Until you can’t stand…” The pace quickened to the point of no return. Mike was watching her tits violently bounce back and forth as he fucked her harder and faster. Her eyes were locked on his face as he watched them bounce.

Brooke was at her peak. She began arching her back, pushing her tits out. With one last powerful thrust she let out the loudest scream she’d ever mustered. Mike pulled out his throbbing erection and exploded onto her heaving chest. She watched as he came all over her plastic tits.

The two laid there for a few minutes before Brooke grabbed the bottle of tequila, took one last swig and hopped off the bar.

“That was fun.”

“…yeahhhhh,” was all Mike could reply. Brooke grabbed a towel and cleaned herself off. She quickly pulled on her clothes before Mike was even standing.

“See you soon… When I’m bigger,” she said and gave him a quick kiss before slipping off into the night.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: c2tb33 on May 17, 2018, 06:14:02 am
Incredible as always. Brooke really seems obsessed. I can't wait to see how big she goes!
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: Hughman on May 17, 2018, 05:12:18 pm
So good. Playing with fire having no condoms: any chance of an impregnation/pregnancy scene? A belly as big as these fake boobs is so hot
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on May 18, 2018, 04:38:04 am
So good. Playing with fire having no condoms: any chance of an impregnation/pregnancy scene? A belly as big as these fake boobs is so hot

I hadn't thought about it unfolding that way but haven't written more than a chapter ahead so anything is possible
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: Mrkvicka07 on May 18, 2018, 09:38:25 am
This story is getting more and more amazing chapter by chapter, hats off!!!
I love the fact that you developed these characters separately and now you brought Jenna & Brooke together.
I can't stress enough though, that I would love if you focused on other plastic surgery procedures as well. For me it would add so much more depth into an already amazing story (imho currently the best in tpb). Perhaps Meredith is an ideal candidate for a complete overhaul (tits, ass, lips, botox) to finally break free of her kinda abusive husband and find someone better. Although my favorite character is still Cassey...this may sound strange, as we have seen very little of her, but for me she is the one who started this plastic journey for everyone and it was her idea. Imho she deserves to knock Jenna off the horse again with new huge tits and please make her get butt implants too for a hotness overkill  ;D

Anyhow, amazing story and whichever way you decide to continue the story Im sure its gonna be amazing!
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on May 18, 2018, 01:35:21 pm
Really appreciate the kind words and feedback. Casey will be back and I can definitely see her going to the extreme. I'd planned on her process being driven by competition with Jenna while trying not to lose her bfs attention. The real question is once Brooke's story wraps up, do you want Casey or Meredith next?
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: Mrkvicka07 on May 18, 2018, 09:42:44 pm
I can’t wait till someone knocks Jenna off the horse, so I wish Casey story would be next ;D
I really love your story, because you keep things (breast sizes in particular) realistic and don’t go too overboard.
That’s why I suggested for Casey to have other procedures - be “more plastic” than Jenna, not necessarily have twice her size at this point.
As for me Casey would win even if she had same cc as Jenna, but with other procedures she would total more silicone in her body, which is a major win for me and whT we all want I guess - the plastic look on each part of the body  :) anyhow I’m getting a bit carried away, good luck writting and we can’t wait for more.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: irkf on May 21, 2018, 12:31:21 pm
The story is really amazing! I enjoy every chapter, and I wait Meredith more than Casey. I think Meredith could start from light cosmetic procedures such as face lift, lip fillers or permanent makeup. And then switch to more radical: nose job, eye job, boob job, butt implants, liposuction and so on.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: dimen on May 22, 2018, 01:08:19 pm
For me Casey should come at the end. She started it all and could finnish it at the and.  So Meredith is the next in line if you want to explore all four options as you said. That being said i still think Brooke is my favorite character :) The most "plasticable". All other characters have partners, Brooke doesnt have a steady partner and can fool around and be more adventurous than any other.
I see a connection between Brooke and Meredith because of what you wrote: "I need some time but I may have something for you in the near future if you need work...", said Brooke two chapters back. So for me they could both continue this plastic journey. We had Casey and Jenna at the beggining, we now have Jenna and Brooke, we could have Brooke and Meredith in future and Casey who makes a full circle at the end.

FUTURE: Brooke finishes her story with Jenna, gets an idea (solution) for Merediths problems and continues her bimbofication with Meredith. Meredith did already go bigger "for the wrong reasons". Brooke then finds a way to turn Merediths life arround and gets her to leave her husband and turn her "wrong reason" in to a good solution. There are plenty of work opportunities for a girl with big boobs out there :)

Still I would really like to se Brookes story continue for some time. I don't know for others but i really would like for her to become the ultimate bimbo. She got the best part beeing the one who gets tits for attention. She already blows bartenders in bars, she already flirts more than the others, she already masturbates thinking about her self ... I hope there still is room for her transformation and makeover at some Hair and Piercing/Tattoo saloon. If not now, maybe later with Meredith.

All in all - great work! What does the countdown for the next part say?
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: Mrkvicka07 on May 24, 2018, 06:24:15 pm
For me Casey should come at the end. She started it all and could finnish it at the and.  So Meredith is the next in line if you want to explore all four options as you said. That being said i still think Brooke is my favorite character :) The most "plasticable". All other characters have partners, Brooke doesnt have a steady partner and can fool around and be more adventurous than any other.
I see a connection between Brooke and Meredith because of what you wrote: "I need some time but I may have something for you in the near future if you need work...", said Brooke two chapters back. So for me they could both continue this plastic journey. We had Casey and Jenna at the beggining, we now have Jenna and Brooke, we could have Brooke and Meredith in future and Casey who makes a full circle at the end.

FUTURE: Brooke finishes her story with Jenna, gets an idea (solution) for Merediths problems and continues her bimbofication with Meredith. Meredith did already go bigger "for the wrong reasons". Brooke then finds a way to turn Merediths life arround and gets her to leave her husband and turn her "wrong reason" in to a good solution. There are plenty of work opportunities for a girl with big boobs out there :)

Still I would really like to se Brookes story continue for some time. I don't know for others but i really would like for her to become the ultimate bimbo. She got the best part beeing the one who gets tits for attention. She already blows bartenders in bars, she already flirts more than the others, she already masturbates thinking about her self ... I hope there still is room for her transformation and makeover at some Hair and Piercing/Tattoo saloon. If not now, maybe later with Meredith.

All in all - great work! What does the countdown for the next part say?


I agree, Cassey started it all, so let her finish it last :)
For that matter, I also like Brooke and would like her story to continue, as I woudln't want her story to finish when she is done with her boobs, but
I would love for her to explore other plastic surgery procedures, I'm kinda bummed there has been no mention of those at all.
As you said, it would be great if Brooke and Meredith could continue their bimbofication together.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: c2tb33 on May 26, 2018, 12:06:21 am
Can't wait for the next chapter!!!
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on May 30, 2018, 02:45:07 am
Appreciate the patience folks. Had to travel for work then see some fam so I'm a bit behind on this. Next chapter within the next few days. Hang tight. Brooke's next fill up in the works
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on June 03, 2018, 12:03:15 pm
Unedited per usual. Thanks for being patient

Brooke woke up the next morning and immediately felt the effects of the night before. Her head was pounding, her mouth felt like she’d been chewing on trash in her sleep and her entire body was sore. She laid there for a few minutes recapping the previous night’s antics. She loved the somewhat hazy memory of feeling rejected yet winning her target over which ultimately ended in passionate yet fun sex on a bar all with her artificially stuffed chest as the focal point.

She tried to stand up but immediately her throbbing head took charge and made her question if she was going to topple over. The additional weight of her 1800cc tits weren’t helping either. Brooke stumbled to her bathroom and much to her relief was able to dig up a few of her remaining Vicodin from her surgery. She popped one and washed it back with a glass of water before letting out an enormous sigh. She leaned against the sink for a moment before looking up and catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror. At some point during the night she’d decided sleeping completely naked was the way to go. Her hair was a mess but despite the fact that her face looked a bit weathered her eyes immediately fell on her chest. The spheres strapped to her chest just looked so absurdly fake and out of place on her body. Brooke cracked a small grin. She’d given up trying to understand why her own tits turned her on so much. Part of it was that they still didn’t feel like hers. They felt like someone had forced these foreign objects into her normally bland body and now she had to live with the result.

Before she could slip too far into her own fantasy, she pulled herself back to reality. Brooke walked back to her bedroom and threw on some sweat pants and a loose V-neck T she’d bought with Jenna the day before. Even in her relaxed state her cleavage was on full display.

In the kitchen, she poured herself a giant glass of ice water and threw it back effortlessly. Her head was still pounding and her stomach was becoming unsettled. She knew she had another 30 minutes before the Vicodin would kick in but started wondering if she was going to hurl. As she stood in quandary, waiting for her body to decide which direction it was going, she had a thought. She opened her fridge again and pulled out a bottle of champagne she’d been saving for a special occasion.

“I guess this is as good a time as any. Hair of dog, right?” she said to herself before filling 3/4 of a water glass with champagne and topping it off with a drop of pineapple juice.

She sat down on her couch and took a gulp. And then another. Before she knew it the glass was empty and she was filling another, her headache subsiding with every sip.

Within 20 minutes Brooke had polished off the entire bottle. She got up from the couch and feeling the effects of her buzz taking hold thought it was time to clean herself up. She walked back into the bathroom and turned the shower on while effortlessly stripping out of her clothes. She stepped into the cool water and immediately felt her nipples harden. Brooke not only loved the way the water felt streaming down her tits but she loved how it looked. Her stuffed breasts glistening in the liquid, forcing the water to flow around them like a boulder in a river.

Brooke knew she was getting turned on. Her left hand latched onto her right breast aggressively while her right hand wandered down between her legs as was quickly becoming instinct. She slowly started teasing herself but it wasn’t enough. She needed to watch herself. The mirror that she’d enjoyed while in the tub didn’t have the same view from the shower. An idea popped into her head. Brooke grabbed her body wash and poured it all over her tits. She stepped out of the shower, soaking wet and covered in soap and stood directly in front of the mirror, her body a mere two feet from her reflection. With her left arm she hoisted her tits up and rubbed the body wash around while her right hand found the spots she liked best.

She stared at herself masterbating in the mirror. Her eyes wandering over her glistening tits. Her hand was working her clit so hard at this point it was causing her implants to shake which only turned her on more. Before she knew it she was smiling, arching her back and letting out a sensual yelp of pleasure. She gave herself a minute to enjoy the feeling before jumping back in the shower and washing herself off.

By the time she was dried off and dressed, the Vicodin had taken hold as had the full bottle of champagne. Brooke was still coherent but her body was in a total state of relaxation and her mind was becoming overly playful. She wanted to do something fun but it was only 1:30pm. She could go to town on herself again which might be fun but she wanted a bigger climax. She pulled out her phone and fired off a quick email.

20 minutes later, Brooke was sitting on her couch, lost in her own thoughts when her phone buzzed.

“Hey Brooke,

Great to hear from you. It really hasn’t been that long since your last fill so I’m not sure how much we could do but I have time at 3pm if you’re interested. Just don’t be disappointed if it’s not much! As for your other requests, let’s talk when I see you.

-Dr. H”

Brooke sat there for a moment. She honestly couldn’t really remember sending the email. Oh well, if Dr. Haskins was expecting her she couldn’t let him down. She threw on her jean shorts and a plain white T with a bikini underneath. She pulled up her phone and called a Lyft.

The next 30 minutes were a blur. She could remember snippets of the ride and her driver openly hitting on her. She remembered finding a seat in the lobby and sitting there staring at her boobs. She was smiling uncontrollably. As she was about to reach up and give them a squeeze, Nurse Miller strolled up.

“Brooke? We’re ready for you.” Brooke blindly followed Nurse Miller into the room she’d been in many times before. She sat down on the table and stripped off her T shirt, sitting there in her tiny bikini with her feet bobbing up and down as they dangled off the edge of the table. The door opened and in walked Dr. Haskins.

“Hi Brooke. Welcome back. Let’s take a look here and see what we can add today.” Dr. Haskins pulled his stool next to the bed and began examining Brooke’s chest.

“Well, they’re still a little tight but I think we can add maybe 200ccs? That ok?”

“Sure, doc. Whatever you think is best,” Brooke said trying not to sound too bubbly.

“Let’s get to it then. Nurse Miller will hold your phone and record while we do the fill up.” Brooke sat there a little confused. What was this about recording? Had she told Dr. Haskins she wanted to film this? Honestly, the thought turned her on a little. She handed Nurse Miller her phone who immediately started recording.

Dr. Haskins connected the first 100cc syringe to the port.

“Ready?”

“Absolutely,” said Brooke staring directly into the camera. Dr. Haskins began pushing the plunger and Brooke felt the cool fluid flowing into her already massive chest. She placed her hand on her breast as he filled in hopes to feel it expand while watching anxiously. Her body felt fantastic.

The first syringe went quickly and it only took him a second to connect the next and start filling again. Brooke was smiling now. Bigger tits meant more attention. She stared at Dr. Haskins hand as he forced the fluid in. It may not have been noticeable on camera but she could feel the pressure building.

“Well that’s 200. What do you think?”

“I dunno. I can feel the difference but can’t really see it. You can’t do any more?” she asked with a sad face.

“I mean…maybe we could do another 100 but I really think that may be pu..”

“Do it,” Brooke said aggressively. She grabbed another syringe off the table next to her and handed it to him staring him directly in the eye. He caved immediately and hooked the syringe to the port.

The pressure in her implant was now noticeable and although it had been incredibly round before, it now pushed the boundary to near spherical as the additional saline added more projection and width. Before long, the third syringe was finished.

“Ok I think that’s it for now. I mean that size looks fantastic. Now we just need to balance out the other side.”

“Doc…” Brooke said staring him in the eye again.

“Yeah? Everything ok?”

“I want another 100ccs. Nothing hurts, in fact they feel fantastic and these implants are rated to go much bigger.”

“Brooke I really don’t think…”

“I want another 100.”

“…Brooke if I do this that’s it for today. You have to promise not to ask me to fill any more.”

“DEAL!” She shrieked with glee.

30 minutes later Brooke sat on the table, 800 total CCs bigger than when she’d arrived. Her previously tiny bikini now barely covered her nipples. She sat on the table, hands locked on her chest, smiling like a kid.

“How do they look?” she asked Nurse Miller who was still recording.

“Those… are…BIG.”

“I know. 2200ccs Big.”

“I’m hesitant to oblige your last request considering you just forced me to fill your implants more than I should’ve. That being said, lean back and relax. This should be relatively quick.

“Last request? What else did I ask for?” Brooke thought to herself. She turned her eyes toward Dr. Haskins who now had a much smaller syringe and needle.

“Ok hold still.” Brooke took a breath and a second later felt the prick pierce her top lip and fluid begin flowing in. She felt the swelling immediately and despite minor panic, was curious to see what the outcome would be.

Her lower lip went quickly and before she knew it Dr. Haskins was holding a small mirror up for her to see her reflection. Staring back was a modestly pretty face with glasses and a ponytail, the standard bookworm look she’d always embraced. The difference was that her mouth was now comprised of two, luscious and swollen lips that screamed they were made for questionable purposes.

Brooke panicked for a minute. What the hell had she done? Who the hell was she looking at? Had the painkillers and booze not been coursing through her veins she may have starting sobbing on the spot. She stared into the mirror at her new face and lips. Her eyes were still hers but the lips were just…different. The cleavage that was now absurdly enormous was peaking into her line of sight. It only took a second for her to forget her sadness. Her new lips really complimented the contours of her face making her feel more attractive.

“Wow. That’s new.”

“The swelling may go down a little but they look really good, If I do say so myself,” replied Dr. Haskins.

Brooke faked a smile and began stretching her T shirt over her freshly filled tits.

______________

It felt like an hour but Brooke slowly wandered out onto the street. She walked around the block deep in thought.

“What the hell happened?” she thought to herself. Her thoughts had been hazy all day given the hangover paired with meds and more booze but she was sure she’d just come from Dr. Haskins. She lifted her fingers to her lips, unsure if her injections had been real and felt just how big they were.

“Ok this may take a little getting used to,” she thought to herself. As she turned the corner, she caught herself in the reflection of a shop window. Her round fake tits on display despite her stretched T Shirt. Her bikini was clearly visible and struggling not to give way. Paired with her new lips, she looked like a nerd turned full-on bimbo. She stared for a minute as people walking by tried not to look too hard at this incredibly plastic bombshell.

“Brooke?” a sheepish voice chimed in. Brooke turned to see one of her college friends, Claire, looking at her with an incredibly confused face.

“Hi Claire!” Brooke replied and threw her arms around her.

“What…happened?” she said staring at Brooke’s chest. The introverted girl she’d known in college was now stuffed with enormous breast implants and inflated lips.

“What do you mean?”

“You look…not like you. I mean the boobs and lips. What happened?” she said again concerned.

“Oh that. I dunno it started as just an experiment for a piece I was writing or something. Now…I have these beautiful things and these,” Brooke said hefting her tits with one hand and running her fingers over her lips with the other.

“This just…so isn’t you..."

"You say that like it's a bad thing..."

"The Brooke I knew would never have considered something like this. And those. You were all about what was real: culture, people…now you’re this? i’m sorry, I’m not trying to be mean but this just isn’t what I ever would’ve expected. You’re stuffed to capacity with plastic,” Claire said in a slightly condescending tone.

“I guess I’m just not that Brooke anymore.”

“Clearly. I’m gonna go,” said Claire and walked away. Brooke stood there frustrated and confused. Why had so many people loved her look and now this bitch makes her feel lower than she’d felt since before her first fill up? She needed validation and she needed it immediately. She hopped in a cab and set off.

____________

Brooke opened the door to Starbucks and looked around. No customers. Just as she’d hoped, Ryan was cleaning up behind the counter. She shut the door and turned the lock behind her.

“Hey, Ryan”

“Brooke! Hi! What’re you doing here? I mean…what can I get you?”

“I’m not here for coffee.”

“Oh? What’re you hear for?” Ryan squeaked.

“Am I hot, Ryan?” Brooke said and she slowly moved toward the counter. Ryan caught his first glimpse of her lips.

“You’re…you’re so hot. Like, not the type of hot you ever expect to see in person.”

“Yeah? And what do you think of these?” Brooke said squeezing her giant tits while slowly walking toward him.

“they’re incredible. So so big. Are they…”

“Bigger?” Brooke cut him off.

“…yeah.”

“Yes. I just added 400ccs to each. Don’t they look big?” she said hefting them while staring down at her vast cleavage.

“Yeah.”

“And fake?”

“Yeah.”

“Do they turn you on?”

“I mean…”

“Answer the question.”

“Yeah they absolutely turn me on. I can’t get them out of my head. I’m struggling over here. Thank god there aren’t any customers. I don’t think my bosses would be pleased that I’m serving coffee with a raging hard on.” Brooke was now standing a few feet from Ryan.

“And my lips? Are they too much?”

“No! You’re literally a fantasy…” Brooke smiled. She lifted her shirt over her head. She tossed it on the floor and cocked her hips to the side.

“Do you want to see all of them?” she said slowly pulling the string that was barely holding on.

“I really do,” Ryan said excited.

“Tell me how much you love my overinflated chest, Ryan. Tell me you love that they look fake and that you love that I made this decision to blow up my formerly non-existent tits to this size. To a size that could never be natural.” Brooke pulled the string and her bikini fell away leaving her enormous assets on full display

“I…I love your fake tits, Brooke. I love how fucking round they are and how they don’t sag in the slightest. You clearly have so much plastic and saline stuffed in there I can’t fathom how it’s possible.” Before he could realize what was happening, Brooke was on her knees tearing away at his belt and pulling out his throbbing erection.

“Let’s try these out,” she said devilishly and threw his cock into her mouth. With delicate expertise she worked her new lips over his shaft while her tits wobbled in rhythm. She paused for a second.

“Don’t stop talking about my tits,” she said and put her lips back to work. Ryan was in a state of shock and euphoria. This fake titted bimbo had just thrown herself on his dick and was blowing him with the effort and expertise that said she truly wanted to please him.

“…so fucking big.”

“mmmm” Brooke moaned.

“The projection…they must stand out…eight inches…from your chest”

“mmmmm”

“The side profile is…incredible. I love that you…mmmm… can’t move your arms without making them shake.”

“mmmmmmmmmm” Brooke was now working faster with her swollen lips and right hand while her left dug into her giant breast.

“So fucking fake and stuffed. How does a girl with no boobs get filled to that size? Someone plain to…sexy fucking plastic smoke show? You WANTED them this way. You wanted your tits this big for people to stare at and fantasize about…”

“”MMMMMMMMMMM” Brooke was now completely committed to making him cum and her body moved back in forth as her mouth worked over Ryan’s cock faster and faster. She could feel her massive tits starting to bounce as she worked.

“I’m gonna…I’m gonna…” and with that Ryan’s body tensed in orgasm. Brooke felt the shot in her mouth and slowed her pace as she swallowed every last drop, licking the tip clean. She stood up, smiled and kissed Ryan on the cheek. Brooke walked over to her clothes and threw them on quickly. She unlocked the front door but before she opened it, turned to Ryan and winked.

The last thing Ryan saw was her beautiful silhouette walking away, implants clearly visible from behind.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: Hughman on June 04, 2018, 12:20:12 am
Excellent as always :)
I feel like there's some sexual tension developing between Brooke and her doctor?
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: sylvaticus on June 06, 2018, 06:38:33 am
Holy fuck these continue to be amazing. I usually lose interest in stories this long but this is just so exquisite
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on June 06, 2018, 06:39:32 pm
Much appreciated! I'll do my best not to disappoint. More to come soon
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: Arie on June 07, 2018, 03:46:17 am
Love this chapter! I like her asking him to talk about her tits, to objectify her. Also the tipsy stuff worked well for my bimbo fetish :-)
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: Psf_79 on June 07, 2018, 07:53:40 am
The parallel between being drunk on champagne as well as her plastic enhancements is a great detail. You’ve done her slide from shy nerdiness to attention-craving bimboness really well 8)

To think of it, she’s always wanted attention in some way, hence her blogging. Now she has discovered a new, sexual aspect to this side of hers.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: c2tb33 on June 09, 2018, 12:40:45 am
Incredible as always. Can't wait for the next chapter!
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on June 12, 2018, 02:11:26 am
Next chapter in the next couple days. Thanks as always for the patience! On the plus side, we broke 20k views. Never thought this would get past the first couple chapters. Really appreciate the continued support
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on June 18, 2018, 03:20:40 am
So I'm wrapping up the next chapter which I'll post tomorrow but I wasn't sure which way you guys were leaning in terms of the next storyline with either Meredith or Casey and I'm playing with an idea of Claire crossing to the dark side. Let me know which one you wanna start with. Brooke's not done yet and she'll overlap with the others as will Jenna just need to figure out who to start with. Thanks as always.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: dimen on June 18, 2018, 02:51:35 pm
Claire could definately see the benefits of the dark side. Then Meredith with extensive Brookes help. Casey at the end to wrap it up. Try to keep Brookes nerdy bimbofication proces around as long as possible. Looove what you made out of her.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on June 19, 2018, 01:45:14 am
Brooke woke up that evening confused and in pain. She’d had all these weird dreams about filling up her tits even bigger. And lip fillers? While filming? No way. But her body was incredibly sore including her face. Brooke reached up with her hand to feel her freshly filled lips and immediately started to panic.

“Oh…my…god…WHAT THE HELL DID I DO!?” she thought to herself. Her lips were incredibly tender and swollen. Brooke tried to sit up and immediately felt the difference on her chest.

“Fuckkkk,” she grumbled out loud. She’d managed to put on an oversized zip-up hoodie in her blackout state but the zipper was teasing a generous amount of cleavage. Brooke sat there looking down, afraid at just how far she’d gone. She finally mustered the courage to slowly unzip the hoodie and her freshly filled, 2200cc fake tits crept into view. They stood there, unnaturally perky and spherical, jutting out from her body nearly 8” and overlapping the sides of her torso. The tops of her breasts were bright red and her veins were incredibly visible. She reached up with both hands to grab them and immediately felt a jolt of pain shoot through her body. Tears slowly started welling in her eyes. Why were they so painful? Why had Dr. Haskins let her fill them up so much? The events of the prior day slowly cleared in her head: she’d taken pharma grade painkillers followed by a bottle of champagne…had she been in pain during her fill-up she never would’ve known. The combination had allowed Dr. Haskins to force a few hundred extra CCs of fluid into her incredible chest. She stood up and like a geriatric slowly made her way to the bathroom.

Her appearance in the mirror made her gasp. Her eyes were bloodshot, hair a mess but the part that caused her the most shock was her lips. They looked absurdly swollen and out of her place on her face. She pulled the hoodie completely off and saw just how overfilled her tits now were. Her nipples looking like they were being stretched from top to bottom while the redness across both breasts gave the appearance that her massive implants may burst at any moment.

Brooke stood there naked from the waist up as the tears finally took hold. What had she done to herself? What had she been DOING to herself? A few months ago she’d been an average looking girl who no one would’ve looked at twice. The most excitement in her life was trying out the appetizers at a new restaurant or cafe and blogging about it. Now, she was filled to the brim with more plastic and saline than should’ve been physically possible over such a short time span and it appeared that not another ounce would fit. Her modest face that many found comforting was now being artificially forced towards bimbo-ism and an “alpha” aura. Anywhere she’d go she’d be the center of attention with her tits exploding out of any top. All eyes would be on her. Was it really what she wanted though? She’d always wanted to be “wanted” and that’s exactly what was happening. It became clear to Brooke in that moment that the size of her overfilled implants directly corresponded with how much she wanted to be wanted and lusted after. Now, at 2200cc’s, would it be what she’d imagined it would be?

Brooke pulled up her phone and snapped a quick pic. She wanted to remember this: in pain, looking awful but understanding herself. She walked out to her laptop and pulled up some old photos. She found one of herself at the beach in a basic one-piece bathing suit. Somehow, in a few months, she’d gone from that flat, simple girl into this enormous fake-boob’d attention-seeking *WOMAN* who was more turned on by her own appearance and hearing out loud how her tits drove guys crazy than anything else. She genuinely got herself off more to these…monster tits stuffed inside her chest than anyone or anything had previously in her life. Maybe it was because she felt like she was someone else each time she saw herself in the mirror. She knew she wanted guys to want her but not just because of the balloons strapped to her chest. She missed the video games, fantasy series’ and superhero movies she’d loved so much. In that moment she promised herself that in the near future she’d get back to those things and embrace them. But right now she had to cope with her decisions and let it all sink in.

20 minutes later, Brooke was curled up in a ball under her comforter. Her body was aching and naturally her extreme bust size limited the positions she could lay in. She was still trying to wrap her head around the events of that day when her phone vibrated. She pulled it up to see a message from Jenna.

“You’re famous!” was all it said. Brooke was beyond confused. Had she done something embarrassing in public earlier?

“…?” she replied.

“The video you posted! People are obsesssseddddd (including me),” Jenna replied. Brooke’s mind started to race.

“Video? What the hell is she…” Brooke thought to herself as it dawned on her. The video of her last fill and lip injections had been real! She rolled out of bed as nimbly as she could and opened her laptop. Somehow, amidst her blackout, she’d posted the video to her site asking for people’s thoughts and the responses were endless. Most were guys ranting about how hot it was watching her tits inflate and seeing her so into it the process and demanding more saline be forced into her already massive implants. Her hit count was over 7,000 just in the few hours since the video had been posted. Her mind started to ease a little. Despite a few nasty comments, the overwhelming majority were supportive and sexual and made her feel desired again.

“OMG I was a little tipsy and totally spaced that I posted it. I’m so embarrassed!” she texted back.

“Girl, don’t even. What’re you doing? Are you up for some wine by the pool?”

“I dunno. I’m pretty sore from…well you know,”

“You know what helps? Alcohol. It’s BEAUTIFUL out. Cmonnnn let me see those things in person!” Brooke pondered for a moment. She’d been so down just a few minutes earlier and despite the pain, Jenna always seemed to bring out her playful side.

“Alright but just for a bit”

“YAY. I’ll bring the vino. See you shortly!” Brooke hobbled over to her dresser. There was still some sun left outside. Should she put on a bikini? Jenna was going to ask to see them one way or another. Might as well make it as easy as possible so she didn’t have to take a shirt off in her current state. She grabbed a yellow bikini top from her drawer and painfully tied it around her monstrous tits. It was basically worthless and barely kept her nipples hidden but it’d have to do. She threw on some workout shorts, tied her hair into a ponytail and slowly made her way to the pool.

“Holy…fucking…shit!” Jenna squealed. She was wearing her light blue bikini top and a sarong. 

“You look soooo sexy. Those tits are about to explode! And those lips!”

“Oh stop,” Brooke replied bashfully. Jenna handed her a glass of chilled Chardonnay. The thought of more alcohol made her stomach turn but she didn’t want to disappoint Jenna. She took a swig.

“I can’t believe the response online! You must be flying.”

“I dunno, you don’t think I went too far? I mean these things hurt like hell right now. And the lips…I dunno how I feel about them,”

“Hun, you’re so sexy. All of it. I’m honestly jealous of your tits and you’re making me want lip injections,”

“Oh stop you’re just trying to be sweet.”

“Are you kidding? I showed Jake the fill up video and even he said they looked great! It made me insecure! Now i’m sure you’ve put the idea of bigger tits in his head too and I can barely stand with these!” Jenna said hefting her 1900cc implants with both hands.

“I guess I just need some time to adjust,” Brooke replied. The two sat there for about an hour and slowly worked through the bottle of wine. The sun had set and the lights had come on on the patio.

“Oh, so some hot gossip for ya: Meredith is leaving Jack. Apparently he found some shady surgeon in Asia who would put in absurdly large implants in one go and booked it without telling her. She told him she wasn’t comfortable with the risks and he threatened to kick her out. She moved out yesterday. Dunno how he’s taking it. I did send her your video though. She LOVED it. Said she’d love to go with expanders but for her, not for Jack. She wants to save up some money and do it as a ‘fuck you’ to him.”

“Revenge implants huh? As long as it’s what she wants I guess. Hopefully she knows what a process this can be,” replied Brooke.

“Honestly, I think she saw the positive response from your followers and how invested they now are in your journey. She might’ve been joking but I think she wants to do something similar; you know, broadcast her journey as her implants get bigger. I dunno, maybe there’s some money in it for her. You sure seem to be inspiring some people.” Jenna’s comment made Brooke feel at ease.

The two bombshells sat there and continued to talk into the evening. The wine continued to disappear as the incredibly busty duo chatted away, smiling and laughing to each other. A few people in passing stopped to stare. Seeing one of these incredible women in public would’ve been an experience. But seeing both together happy as can be, massive overstuffed fake tits in tiny bikinis was a once in a lifetime chance. The girls knew they were being eyed and went with it. They were getting used to it.

“Hey isn’t that your neighbor friend?” Jenna blurted out. Brooke turned to look. A little ways off Taylor was strolling back to his condo. He turned and saw Brooke looking at him and smiled. Brooke waved and smiled back.

“Do you mind if I go say hey? I owe him an explanation.”

“You do you girl. No rush. Show him the improvements,” Jenna replied with a wink. Brooke strutted over to Taylor with all the sexuality she could muster. She could feel her enormous tits bouncing with each step. As firm as they were, they still managed to jiggle noticeably with every moment.

“Hey,” she said

“Hey,” Taylor replied.

“I’m sorry I’ve been MIA. I’ve been trying to sort out some personal stuff and am focusing on…some changes,”

“I’d say so,” Taylor replied with a grin, clearly staring at her chest.

“What do you think?” Brooke said and turned sideways to give him the full projection profile.

“Wow. I mean…you look amazing. Those…your…yeah you look incredible haha,” Taylor said turning red.

“I’m glad you like them. I think I went a bit too big on the last fill. They hurt like hell!”

“No such thing as too big.”

“No? You don’t think my lips look too big? or too plastic?”

“I think they’re awesome. They look so…sexy,” Taylor said staring her directly in the eyes. Despite her general pain, she felt a light energy start to work it’s way up her thighs.

“I need to tell you something.”

“Oh? What’s up?”

“Not here,” she said and she grabbed his hand and lead him to her door.

Once inside she pushed him onto the couch and knelt between his legs, all while locking eyes.

“I know I’ve been unresponsive. But I want to say I’m sorry.”

“Brooke, you don’t have to…” Before he could finish she’d stripped his shorts off. All that was left was his throbbing erection.

“I know I don’t have to. I want to. Tell me how you want me to use my new additions,” she said licking her swollen lips.

“I…I want…”

“You want these swollen, freshly filled lips wrapped around your cock?” she said grabbing his manhood with one hand slowly moving her lips closer.

“I really fucking do,”

“Do you think they’ll feel good? Filled with plastic, swollen, juicy…gently exploring every inch of you?”

“I bet they feel amazing. You’re...ah…amazing,” Taylor said. Brooke smiled and finally lowered her lips onto his raging hard on. She teased him at first, slowly rubbed her lips against his tip, letting the tension in his body build up. She finally parted her new mouth and inserted every inch of him inside, working slowly. Before she’d gained too much momentum, she spoke up.

“Tell me what you love about me now compared to the last time you saw me,” and she lowered her mouth back onto his manhood ready to work toward his pure satisfaction.

“The last time I saw you your tits were so big. I couldn’t imagine…ah…what they’d be like bigger. Now…baby, your tits are out of this world. I’ve never seen anything like it. They look so fake and…AH… out of place on your beautiful body…forced into your tiny tits that barely existed. So plain before. Now you’re filled up SO big…in that tiny bikini…so round and fucking fake…” Brooke let out a moan of pleasure. She was working faster and enjoying it.

“And your lips. They look incredible…so swollen and juicy… and accentuate the contours of your gorgeous face. And they…look even better…wrapped around my…around my…dick.” Brooke smiled a little as she worked faster and faster. At this point, most guys would have had their heads back and eyes closed as they reached climax but Taylor was staring at this beautiful creature kneeling between his legs. Her fake lips wrapped around him and her absurd chest jiggling in rhythm as she enthusiastically worked from her knees. Brooke could feel his eyes on her, wanting her, admiring her every curve of artificial perfection. She was now working as fast as possible and had once again looked up and locked eyes with Taylor. The two didn’t break their gaze as Taylor came. She felt the stream hit the back of her throat and moaned loudly as if enjoying it. She slowly fulled her mouth away.

“mmm did you like that? Did you like my lips?”

“That was…incredibbbbble,” Taylor replied. Brooke wanted nothing more than to fuck him on the spot as she was incredibly turned on but she worried the pain in her body would limit the pleasure.

“Your turn,” Taylor said.

“Baby my body is too sore from today’s fill. I’m happy just pleasing you.”

“Unacceptable,” he said firmly.

“You relax. Let me take care of you this time.” Brooke smiled.

“Oh yeah?”

“Absolutely.”

“Can we…try something a little different?”

“Anything.”

“Do you have a mirror?” Taylor smiled and grabbed her by the hand, leading her into his room. On his far wall was a full-length mirror.

“Will that do?”

“Definitely,” Brooke replied. Taylor pushed her down onto the bed and tore off her shorts. He began kissing the insides of her thighs, slowly working closer to her incredibly tight, smooth box. Brooke watched in the mirror as his head moved passionately between her legs. She was looking at herself, enormous fake tits standing upright, lips glistening. She looked like such a bimbo but seeing herself with this guy buried between her legs, pleasing and worshipping her was turning her on more and more. She tore off her bikini top and aggressively started squeezing her tits all while watching herself. Her chest hurt but the pain mixed with the pleasure was bringing her to a new place. Her enormous tits looked so unnatural on her and her tiny hands only made them look bigger.

Taylor was now kicking his skills into a higher gear. Brooke instinctually started moving her body in rhythm, as if she couldn’t fight the desire of her body to climax. She watched her hands work faster and harder on her swollen, already red breasts. She thrust her head back, dug her fingers into her tits as if clinging for life and screamed in pure ecstasy. She lay there panting on her back as her body regained some semblance of control. She felt the urge to start laughing and as much as she tried to fight it couldn’t keep it in.

“Everything ok?” Taylor said concerned.

“MORE than ok. That was fucking unreal,” she said still laughing.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: misterhermit on June 20, 2018, 02:14:50 pm
Wow!  Awesome update!   :)
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: dimen on June 27, 2018, 09:00:19 am
Perfect as always. Any chance of her going to a beauty sallon, tattoo and piercing studio? Bimbos like to go there a lot :)
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on June 27, 2018, 11:16:59 pm
Definitely possible. Will have the next chapter posted by Friday evening
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: teamfake on June 28, 2018, 07:56:02 am
Bravo! Very impressive story! I just discovered this thread and I am glad I did. Your writing has been some of best fake tit fantasy fiction I’ve ever read. Thank you for your contributions to this forum. Looking forward to more!
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on June 30, 2018, 04:46:06 am
Need another day or two for the next chapter. Sorry for the delay. Didn't expect to be on the road all day. Appreciate the patience and support!
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: c2tb33 on June 30, 2018, 06:31:40 am
Masterpieces take time!
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on July 04, 2018, 01:16:27 am
Brooke spent the next two weeks trying to cope with her inner conflict. She’d loved her spontaneous flings with Taylor and she loved the attention she was getting from her fans and followers but she felt disconnected from her former self. The biggest struggle was the fact that the more followers and support she got online the more money she made and her bank account was reaching levels she’d never thought she’d see. The catalyst: her tits. She was still adjusting to her recent fill. The pain had diminished in her chest and her lips, although still plump, were no longer quite as extreme as they were. Her state of mind was improving daily.

“I mean, my tits are big but not THAT big. And my lips? I mean, they’ve clearly had an outside influence but honestly they help accentuate the contours of my face,” Brooke thought to herself admiring her figure. The tank top she was wearing was nearly worthless: her stretched nipples could be seen clear as day. She stripped off the top to get a better look at Dr. Haskins’ work. Brooke knew “more” might be pushing it but she was hooked. The attention, the passion, the money…it was all so…mesmerizing. The internal struggle was giving her anxiety and as much as she wanted to keep going knew it may not be for the right reasons.

“Maybe one more? I think I can handle being a little bigger. And at this point, who the hell could tell the difference,” she said out loud, trying to convince herself while staring in the mirror at her bare chest. The redness had faded but the gravity defying implants stuffed inside her formerly petite breasts hadn’t lost any of their absurdly perky appearance. Her stomach was looking toned and tighter from having to support her giant assets. She turned to the side and thrust her chest out to get a sense of the projection. It was as if two volleyballs had been crammed into her chest. She smiled to herself. Brooke had never in her wildest dreams expected to be looking at herself this way: so fake, so outrageously inflated.

One thing that she couldn’t get past was the thrill of waking up and not knowing what she’d had done. She’d been confused and in tremendous pain but that feeling of opening her eyes and immediately knowing that something was different but not sure what had ended up as a small fantasy replaying in her head. She wanted that experience again but didn’t think Dr. Haskins would be ok with her showing up drunk and on painkillers but she wanted to figure out something. Brooke wanted to wake up feeling the intense pressure of freshly filled tits and other changes that may be “fun”  without knowing just how much saline had been pumped into her chest. But how? She knew she wanted it filmed so she could watch the process take place after the fact and share it once again with her followers. An idea began shaping in her mind. But first, she needed Jenna.

______________

“You’re crazy!” replied Jenna.

“Pretty please? I need you!” Brooke exclaimed forcing her inflated lips to pout as much as possible.

“Hun, I’m all for you blowing those things up bigger. Hell they turn me on just looking at them. But going under just for the benefit of your viewers? And not knowing what else you may wake up to?”

“It’s not just for them…” Brooke responded sheepishly.

“What do you mean?”

“I dunno I kind of have this fantasy in my head. The panic from waking up last time and feeling my body ache…seeing THESE that much bigger and about to burst…I want that feeling,” Brooke said staring Jenna directly in the eye. Jenna was frozen as she rolled it around in her head.

“Jenna, you’re gorgeous. You were gorgeous before your implants and you’re even hotter now. But I was never the hot one. I never got attention from men. I finally feel like I’ve made up for so much ground that I lost isolating myself and building my site. My entire existence was defined by a web presence that had nothing to do with me. It had to do with the things I wrote about. Now…I feel like I’m being seen. I’m being recognized for the person I’ve always wanted to be but never knew how. If it takes inflating my chest a little more to feel satisfied, I’m ok with it. I mean, hell, they’re already massive and so fake looking. More saline is just like adding more more chocolate syrup to the sundae.”

“This is insane...but... that was a pretty good speech. You do know you're nuts right? As long as we're clear on that... I’ll do it.” Brooke jumped up, massive tits shaking, and she reached in to hug Jenna, their enormous breasts pressing together.

“And Haskins is ok with this?”

“I’ll get him on board. Don’t you worry about that.”

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The next day, Brooke walked out to the parking lot where Jenna was waiting in her Wrangler with the top down.

“You sure about this?” she asked Brooke.

“I’m sure,” she said stone-faced and she hopped into the passenger seat.

“Just remember; whatever Doc Haskins says, I want more.” The two smiled at each other before Jenna hit the gas and they sped toward downtown.

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Darkness. She could sense activity around her but her eyes felt like cement and wouldn’t open. She took a breath. Pressure. Intense Pressure. She tried to breathe deeper but felt resistance from her chest. What was happening? Where was she?

Brooke mustered all of her strength and forced her eyes open. The fog slowly cleared and Dr. Haskins’ operating room came into view. He was sitting on his usual stool staring at her anxiously. To his right stood Jenna holding up her phone, apparently filming her. In the background stood Nurse Miller who seemed incredibly anxious.

“Wha…what’s going on?” Brooke asked hoarsely.

“You mean you can’t remember?” asked Jenna.

“Remember what?”

“Brooke, you kinda just had your tits blown up again,” Jenna said with a little laugh. Brooke tried to look down. She could make out two massive objects under the sheet. She reached up with her hands and slowly began outlining the contours of her chest. Despite her foggy-state, they were big. Very very big.

“How…how big?”

“Why don’t you see for yourself?” Dr. Haskins said and reached forward, pulling the sheet off her chest. Brooke’s eyes began to widen. The enormous balloons on her chest were clearly red from the fill again and the veins appeared to be throbbing. She was still wearing a tank top but it had stretched so much that it had started to tear down the sides, her nipples hard as diamonds and poking through the thin material. Her fill had taken her to a new level. Brooke's incredibly stuffed tits overlapped the sides of her ribcage dramatically now but the most noticeable difference was the projection: they were so overfilled that the greatest diameter across her implants was a good six inches off of her chest.

“Oh…they’re so…round…and big,” she said continuing to run her hands over her chest. Jenna was now moving around the room trying to catch every angle of Brooke’s introduction to her new chest.

“How big are they?”

“Well…I wanted to stop at 300 but your friend here said she was under strict instructions to keep going,” replied Dr. Haskins.

“How big…”

“After the first 300 we added another 100…”

“So I’m at…2600ccs!?” Brooke said, sounding genuinely shocked.

“Well, I wanted to stop there. But again, was scolded firmly. So we added another 100ccs,”

“So I have 2700ccs!?” Brooke was now sounding concerned.

“…we…added a little more. One and a half syringes. Bringing you to…” Jenna was cut off by Brooke’s yelp.

“2850!? I HAVE TWO THOUSAND EIGHT HUNDRED AND FIFTY CUBIC CENTIMETERS OF SALINE INSIDE MY CHEST!?”

“You bet, girl, and they look FABULOUS,” Jenna replied, clearly much more energized than Brooke. She sat there for a moment, staring at her tits, letting it all soak in.

“This is fine. I’ll be fine. I mean, my chest is absurdly large. Arguably freakish. But they do look kinda awesome,” Brooke thought to herself and she moved her hands up to give them a squeeze. They were painful but not like that’d been after the last fill. Her skin felt completely taut and she worried her fingernails might cause them to explode completely.

“There’s one more part…” said Jenna with a grin.

“More?”

“You said you wanted to wake up surprised. Remember before you went under you gave us three options to choose from? Well, we decided on something not overly dramatic.”

“What did you do?” Brooke asked, concern quivering in her voice.

Dr. Haskins moved his stool over to her and held up a mirror. It took a moment to register but once she saw it she couldn’t stop staring at herself. Her cheeks looked full yet contoured perfectly. The lines of her face now emphasized making her look slightly more plastic but more exquisite than ever before. She reached up with her hand to touch them. They were a little sore but felt more swollen than anything.

“We added the cheek fillers. Played with the idea of your lips again but were afraid you wouldn’t be able to talk normally with how plump they’d be,” Jenna said with a wink. She sat there letting it digest for a minute.

“I…need to get up,” Brooke said. She shifted her legs to the edge of her bed, took a breath and slowly lifted herself off the bed. The weight was incredible. Once upright, she wobbled a little before finding her center of gravity.

“These things sure are heavy,” she said giving them a heft with each hand, still sounding a little high from the anesthesia. She slowly walked around the room adjusting to the changes. Her enormous, freshly filled tits jutting out so unnaturally with no sag whatsoever. Brooke didn’t care that her nipples could be seen clear as day. The only one that seemed uncomfortable was Nurse Miller.

She continued walking around the room, feeling the pressure and tightness of each step in her tits. They jiggled slightly but given their firmness bounced more than anything. Brooke stopped at the standing mirror. The tops of the implants contrasted so dramatically with the natural contours of her chest that it was almost cartoonish, the upper outline now up near her collarbone.  The sides of her tits had so much side profiled that it was nearly impossible for her to move her arms without brushing against them. But her face...it looked great. Her cheeks looked rosy but defined. She stared at herself and smiled a little. She felt sexy as hell. Suddenly, she turned to Jenna.

“I’m gonna need to see that video.”

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Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: Psf_79 on July 04, 2018, 09:45:29 am
Another great twist here with Brooke getting hooked on the surprise element. You’re on a roll!
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: Mrkvicka07 on July 04, 2018, 04:55:31 pm
This story is incredibly hot, I'm glad you're keeping the quality very high. Brooke wasn't one of my favorite characters from the start, but I have to say that the way she changed to super hot bimbo who digs attention and love when men worship her implants is amazing. I'm also super glad that you included other plastic surgery procedures, starting from lips to cheeks, hopefully we get to butt implants eventually in super tight leather pants 8) I love curves and the full package.

By this I would also like Brooke's story to continue as she has so much potential and also there a lost of things she can do to maker her completely plastic (botox, bigger lips, ass implants, nose job etc..)

My wish is just please don't go overboard with cc's as 2850 is monsterous. I know that people here love tits as big as possible, but my preference is as big as it gets but not limiting your daily life/imposing health risks - my upper limit were Amy Anderssen's 2000cc.

But it's up to you and your story. For me this is the best story on TPB. Keep up the great work!!
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on July 04, 2018, 05:36:17 pm
Thanks for the kind words! Yeah that's probably going to be close to the upper end of her size as I agree that I don't want things getting too unrealistic. I was wondering myself what the limit might be and used Mary Madison back in mid 2016 as a reference. Doesn't mean there isn't time for other changes. Always appreciate the input gents (no idea if any women read this but if so would love their input). Thanks!

This story is incredibly hot, I'm glad you're keeping the quality very high. Brooke wasn't one of my favorite characters from the start, but I have to say that the way she changed to super hot bimbo who digs attention and love when men worship her implants is amazing. I'm also super glad that you included other plastic surgery procedures, starting from lips to cheeks, hopefully we get to butt implants eventually in super tight leather pants 8) I love curves and the full package.

By this I would also like Brooke's story to continue as she has so much potential and also there a lost of things she can do to maker her completely plastic (botox, bigger lips, ass implants, nose job etc..)

My wish is just please don't go overboard with cc's as 2850 is monsterous. I know that people here love tits as big as possible, but my preference is as big as it gets but not limiting your daily life/imposing health risks - my upper limit were Amy Anderssen's 2000cc.

But it's up to you and your story. For me this is the best story on TPB. Keep up the great work!!
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: Crazy_Chloe on July 16, 2018, 05:55:57 pm
I absolutely love this story, i cant wait to read more! I cant believe how far Brooke has gone and how much she is loving it! I like how you are angling to have her revert back to more of her older personality but with all the extra confidence and plastic hunger on top
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on July 17, 2018, 02:22:26 am
As always, thank you for the kind words and patience. Working on the next few chapters it's just been tough finding a few hours to focus (boss randomly resigned and I got thrown into his job, split with the gf, applying to grad school etc). You know how it goes. But what better way to destress than with boobs? More to come soon. You guys are awesome
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: metolius on July 28, 2018, 09:43:53 pm
Hey Ferdinand1! Any updates?
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on August 05, 2018, 10:29:10 pm
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.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: Lamoor on August 08, 2018, 03:31:05 pm
this is really well written worth the wait .
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: dimen on August 09, 2018, 05:23:19 pm
I must say Ferdinand1 your work is trully amazing. Makes you wish living it for real. Its so realistic, and so well written. I think there is nothing out there to compare it with. Just imagine guys that someone takes this story and makes into a really good ilustrated comic...
I just cant wait for all the next chapters. She is past fenomenal. She isnt just a bimbo, she is now becoming a web*WOMAN*, a walking goddes... A true and eager Bimbo needs to go on. She started stripping on cam now. I see her in saloons, tattoo and piercing parlors, adult shops, just so that she can see and try for her self how far she really can go. I know deep down she wants to.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on August 10, 2018, 04:55:57 pm
Wish I could illustrate. Love the idea of an illustrated comic.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: Crazy_Chloe on August 12, 2018, 04:54:00 am
I can't do anything like a comic yet, but I would really like to try my hand at a progression sequence set of images for Brooke, if that's okay with you of course Ferdinand?

Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on August 12, 2018, 02:18:21 pm
Thanks for asking! I'm ok with it. Looking forward to seeing what you put together
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: metolius on August 13, 2018, 09:01:20 am
Can't wait for the next chapter.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: Mrkvicka07 on August 15, 2018, 10:43:00 pm
Amazing chapter, well worth the wait! It's great to see you developing the story in this way.
It would be amazing if some of the guy on webcam asked Brooke to get butt implants, she would initially oppose the idea, but would lose the bet and she would have to get medium sized implants. Then she would "discover" her new ass-ets and would eventually get even bigger ones. Oh boy I can keep dreaming  ;D

Anyhow, enjoying your work, keep up the great work!
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: Crazy_Chloe on August 17, 2018, 02:13:55 pm
https://imgur.com/aPOt2Uh


I made the first part of the Brooke transformation set! sorry its taking a while I have a bit of a backlog x
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: dimen on August 18, 2018, 09:11:39 pm
Really hope Ferdinand1 likes the render of Brooke that Crazy Chloe did. I think i speak in the name of a lot of readers here if i say that i don't just like her - I adore her visualization. She is absolutely gorgeous. Just to think of what more she will become in next renders... Great work!
I reeeeeealy can't wait for next written and visual stuff Brooke will bring and show us. This could well be one of the best (now even visual) bimbofication novels there is! Many  thanx for that.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on August 18, 2018, 10:21:14 pm
Chloe - absolutely nailed it. Truly how I envisioned her. Subtle features but clearly that underlying, untapped beauty. When it comes to someone else creating a visualization of something you've only written about there's always the risk that it'll change people's perception but this is spot on. Would love to see what you can do with Brooke's progression if you're up for it

Next chapter up tomorrow

Thanks all
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on August 20, 2018, 02:48:53 am
Sorry all need a little more time on this. Can't be half-assin it and disappoint you all.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: Arie on August 20, 2018, 01:48:49 pm
Don’t worry about it! Quality takes time
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on August 21, 2018, 05:05:26 am
I did get a preview of the next Brooke image and I must say you're in for a treat. Crazy_Chloe is doing amazing things
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: Crazy_Chloe on August 21, 2018, 11:20:00 am
Thank you guys so much for your interest in what I'm doing, it means the world to me, especially you Ferdinand!

Here is number two!

https://imgur.com/JMC2sp5
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: dimen on August 21, 2018, 07:38:19 pm
One question Crazy_Chloe
Are we going to see pictures of Brooke by chapters or by CC s?

Awesome work!
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: Crazy_Chloe on August 21, 2018, 09:32:20 pm
@Dimen, I'm going to be doing the intervals by implant size, just because those are good milestones in the story, and provide enough visual difference to make the images distinct from each other.

On that note, I have the next two images ready all the way up to 1800cc now.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: Iwantdrink on August 22, 2018, 02:58:25 pm



Here ya go!

Its empty without images :/
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: Crazy_Chloe on August 22, 2018, 03:05:30 pm
my mistake!

try this one:  https://imgur.com/kGZubRy
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: Iwantdrink on August 22, 2018, 04:17:17 pm
my mistake!

try this one:  https://imgur.com/kGZubRy

OMG She looks awesome, like from my imagination!
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: Iwantdrink on August 22, 2018, 08:03:00 pm
@Dimen, I'm going to be doing the intervals by implant size, just because those are good milestones in the story, and provide enough visual difference to make the images distinct from each other.

On that note, I have the next two images ready all the way up to 1800cc now.

When you will add image of 1800cc? : )
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: dimen on August 22, 2018, 09:54:24 pm
This is QTChloes Patreon profile. You can see it there if you support him :)

https://www.patreon.com/qtchloe

Anyway, I'm sooooooo glad this is all comming together. Realy good writing and realy good 3D rendering! We're just so damn lucky...

Ohhhh the wait for new chapter... Ferdinand, any news regarding the date of publishing?

Thx.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on August 23, 2018, 01:51:17 am
Hey we broke 30,000 views! Honestly didn't expect this to get past the first chapter of Jenna's story so thanks all for sticking with this. New chapter below. More to come soon!

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Brooke let out a sigh. She was hoping the outcome might be different but her competitive nature had taken control. She tossed her controller on the floor and looked at her TV screen. 6-1. Not even close. This poor guy had come in thinking he might have a chance at seeing her exquisite body in whatever outfit he desired most, even completely unencumbered. On the other end of the webcam he’d seen this artificially inflated beauty sitting in a flannel top, sleeves rolled up making her look almost intimidatingly comfortable. The focus of his lustful gaze was, of course, her monstrous chest: Brooke’s top had been stretched over her incredible implants but still struggled terribly. She’d only been able to close up the first three buttons, leaving her overfilled cleavage completely on display. She was wearing her signature glasses and a baseball cap with her hair pulled through the back in a ponytail and a generous amount of makeup to accentuate the contours of her newly defined cheeks. The vision was capped off with a pair of incredibly revealing jean shorts. She’d worn similar outfits in the past, before she’d committed to her adventure in plastic-surgery-self-discovery but even at her fittest her legs never looked this good. The compliment of her plastic tits, cheeks and swollen, pouty lips just seemed to make everything look better.

His one beacon of hope flashed early: a single goal in the first few minutes. For a brief moment he saw his fantastical wager coming to fruition: Brooke stepping into the camera frame in heels, a white blouse clearly a few sizes too small, tight pencil skirt, and hair in a messy bun. He could almost see her undo her hair clip and give her long, wavy hair a few shakes as it fell to her shoulders. She was slowly unbuttoning what few buttons could be undone, eyes locked on the camera and hips cocked to the side as if asking to be desired as a sexual object.

The quick blast of the referee’s whistle brought him back to reality. His lone goal had been a mistake on her part, purely because she’d gotten lost in her own incredible image. Brooke had been staring at herself on her own computer screen, admiring her dramatic curves, adjusting her top for maximum effect and making her lips look as pouty as possible.

She was completely caught up thinking about the changes she’d made to her body: lips, cheeks, tits…it was all her decision. She’d done this to herself willingly but it still felt as if the person on screen wasn’t her. At least, it didn’t feel like the person she was. This…bombshell, whose body screamed “I made myself this way” was who she knew she wanted to be, even if she hadn’t known it at the start and it made her feel new, invigorated, powerful, sexual…and it was turning her on.

Brooke fell deeper into her thoughts. Was the true power and satisfaction of all this in making men want her and women resent her out of jealousy? A big part, probably. For her, though, it was that she could make herself this way. She wanted big, fake tits and she got them. She could go even bigger if she wanted or inflate her lips to new extremes and no one had any control but her. If people judged her, that was on them. It wouldn’t change the fact that every time she looked in the mirror she saw a goddess.

Her latest challenger had introduced her to something new: In his mind he wanted to see her as the seductive secretary, her aching to please him as she shed her clothes slowly. Her eyes locked on him, she wanted to show off how she could move her inflated assets and tease him to the point of climax.

Brooke’s perception of the request had been a bit different. She knew what he wanted: the young, busty secretary trying to seduce the successful boss. As someone who had never worked in an office, she’d never actually had to wear a blouse or business skirt. He wanted a secretary but in her mind, in this outfit, she was a CEO. She was the fire-breathing mastermind behind her company’s success and she would have any one of her employees in any way she wanted, wherever she wanted.

A voice over the headset brought her back to reality.

“One - nil. You nervous yet?” Brooke looked back at the TV. He hadn’t been lying. She was losing but it was still too early to get cocky. Some days, she just didn’t like losing. As much as she wanted to see herself dominating on screen in her business attire she felt the urge to play and play hard. It wasn’t long before the final whistle blew and she’d absolutely dominated.

“FUCK” came the voice over the headset.

“Better luck next time” Brooke replied with a wink. She thrust her chest out, pushed her incredible tits together and with a kiss toward the camera ended the live feed.

All this thinking had gotten her a bit riled up. She was feeling the urge to be lusted after but she didn’t want it from some stranger over webcam, she wanted it in person. She wanted to be touched and explored. She wanted to please and she wanted to takeover someone’s mind as the sheer enormity of her chest took hold of their vision. Brooke walked to her bed where she’d preemptively laid out the outfit part of her had hoped she’d be wearing for someone. She smiled to herself and undressed.

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It was late afternoon and the sun was beaming in a cloudless sky. The boardwalk was slowly filling with people making their way home for the day. Brooke sat there alone, legs crossed, at a small table under the awning of a wine bar she’d loved in her former life. She’d ordered herself a bottle which sat on the table in a bucket of ice. In her hands was a book she’d always wanted to read but had never found the time. Today, though, was her opportunity to bring it along as the perfect compliment to her outfit. The Quants wasn’t exactly in her wheelhouse but she was someone else today. She wanted to read about power, money, and expensive cars. Today, she was an executive and she would fit the part no matter what.

Brooke may not have been noticeable to everyone at first but anyone whose eyes may have strayed from the rolling waves would’ve caught her immediately: Her tight outfit hugged her slim body with the intense angle of her fashionable heels emphasizing the flawless lines of her legs. Her fitted white blouse and skirt created a tight, trim silhouette while her pulled-back hair gave the impression she’d had a day and wanted to unwind. The true point of emphasis, of course, were the extreme, overfilled implants stuffed into her chest. The outlines were incredibly noticeable and contrasted perfectly with the natural depth of her chest. The tight blouse forced her tits together giving her cleavage the appearance that it might explode outward at any time.

She sat there, book in one hand, wine glass in the other, pretending not to notice the looks from everyone walking by. She glanced up quickly to notice a man and woman sitting a few tables away. He was in his late 30s and her a few years younger. He appeared to be well put together with a pair of Tom Ford sunglasses hanging on his polo and Tag Hauer watch on. They each had a glass of wine but were sitting awkwardly, barely conversing.

“First date” Brooke thought to herself and with quick glances she started analyzing the woman he was with: good body, pretty face…no tits. She let herself linger a little too long and caught the man’s eyes on her. She smiled at him. This was going to be fun.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: Crazy_Chloe on August 23, 2018, 02:16:31 pm
Amazing new chapter Ferdinand!

Here is Brooke's 1800cc image:  https://imgur.com/xnHaR5e
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: tobir on August 23, 2018, 11:26:04 pm
Promising end. The date will become jealous  ;D
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: Crazy_Chloe on August 28, 2018, 01:21:04 am
Here is the 2850cc image of Brooke! In terms of size we are all up to date now, lets see what the future holds!

https://imgur.com/NHMZSz0
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: metolius on September 05, 2018, 04:49:40 pm
Any updates? Can't wait.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: dimen on September 13, 2018, 09:56:37 am
Ferdinand1 we really miss you! And Brooke ofcourse!
Any news on ETA of the next xhapter? Hope everything is ok.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on September 14, 2018, 01:07:59 pm
Will get the next chapter up as soon as I can. I appreciate your patience
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on September 22, 2018, 06:24:47 pm
Alright all I truly appreciate your patience. I have 6 days off next week and PROMISE i'll get at least one new chapter up. Finally some much needed down time to get back into the fun stuff!
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on September 28, 2018, 07:39:23 pm
Again, apologies to all for the delay. Thank you so much for your patience. Here's the next chapter. Hope it doesn't disappoint.

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Brooke spent the next 15 minutes pretending to read while observing the pair in her peripheral vision. The conversation and general vibe just didn’t seem to be there. Neither smiled nor appeared to have much enthusiasm about the topics they were clearly systematically working through.

As Brooke analyzed from a distance, the young woman pushed her chair back and walked to the bathroom. She watched her walk away before looking back at the table and was met with a pair of deep green eyes looking back with a sheepish grin. Brooke returned the smile and as fluidly as possible, flagged her waiter down. She leaned in and whispered into his ear without breaking eye contact with the gentleman at the table. The waiter turned to look in the direction Brooke was looking, nodded, and walked off.

A minute later the waiter returned and set down a double shot of tequila on Brooke’s table. He walked over to the gentleman and set down an identical shot before delivering the message she’d instructed. Brooke watched as the waiter mouthed “Ms. Brooke wants me to tell you that if your date doesn’t work out to join her for a drink. In the meantime, here’s something to help with the pain,” and he walked away. Brooke held her glass up, winked, and tossed it back effortlessly. She watched as her current muse followed suit.

For the next 30 minutes Brooke watched as the date wound down. If there was ever a chance at the two hitting it off, it was now ruined by the vision sitting in the shade; her tight body and incredible fake tits now dominating the imagination of the poor man whose date was simply outgunned.

The check came and the two stood up to leave. Brooke’s confidence faltered for a moment. Had her attempts failed? She didn’t fail. For a moment she felt weakness creep up.

As the two walked past and out to the boardwalk, the gentleman turned to Brooke as discretely as possible and motioned with his hand.

“5 minutes” was Brooke’s interpretation. She poured herself a full glass of wine, adjusted her top to really make her tits pop and waited.

Within a few minutes she saw him walk back onto the patio.

“May I?” he said with a smirk.

“Of course” Brooke replied motioning to the chair. She motioned to her waiter and signaled for two more shots of tequila.

“I’m Brooke,” she said reaching out her hand.

“Dan,” he replied grasping her hand in his with a firm shake, the muscles in his forearms catching Brooke’s attention.

“That looked like a fun date. I hope I wasn’t crossing the line. You kinda looked miserable,” Brooke said as their waiter delivered the tequila.

“It looked that bad huh? Damn I didn’t know I was making it that obvious”

“First date?”

“Sort of. We actually used to date a few years back. She called up recently insisting we meet and give it another go. Hard to be enthusiastic when seeing someone who fucked your best friend. Plus I think she was only ever after my money,”

“She fucked your best friend…and you agreed to see her!?”

“She said it was urgent. Figured it couldn’t hurt. Sometimes, as much as you don’t wanna care about someone you just can’t turn it off,”

Brooke reached down and grabbed the fresh glass of tequila, pushing the other glass

“To turning it off” Brooke said with a wink and the two clinked glasses. Neither reacted to the tepid fluid as they shot it back effortlessly.

“You know, It’s not my place to comment but for a girl who cheats and wants a ‘paid-for’ lifestyle, she didn’t have many…attributes,” said Brooke.

“Didn’t think she was attactive?” Dan replied.

“She was pretty enough. She just lacked that…X factor, you know? Surprised that if she didn’t want to earn her share and lay around all day she didn’t try more to keep your attention and make you WANT to pay for her lifestyle,” Brooke said eyeing down to her enormous fake tits stuffed inside her stretched blouse.

“Ah. You mean she’s flat as a board. We broached that conversation once and it didn’t go well. I don’t think I even asked her straight up to get implants, just asked if she’d ever consider it. That convo certainly didn’t end well,”

“Just takes the right person I guess.”

“So, did you…and excuse me for staring…get those to make someone happy?” Dan asked, slightly blushing.

“I did,” replied Brooke.

“Ah. Boyfriend? Husband?” said Dan sounding somewhat defeated.

“haha no no,” Brooke said leaning forward, showing off her incredible cleavage and locking eyes with Dan.

 “I got these for me. I wanted bigger boobs and I wanted them to look as fake as humanly possible so no one would ever question if I was just blessed by nature. Turns out I had no idea just how big and fake I truly wanted them. What do you think?” Brooke said placing both hands underneath each breast and giving them a heft.

“I mean…they’re…fantastic. Enormous! You definitely got the big, fake look you were going for. I mean that in the best way possible,” Dan replied.

“I’m glad you think so,” she replied.

“Can I ask you a question, Dan?”

“Of course,”

“Let me preface by saying; I would never let anyone pay for my lifestyle. I’ve made myself into who I am both financially and physically and wouldn’t change a thing. But…if you came home from whatever it is you do, would you want to see me waiting at home for you?”

“I don’t…what do you mean?” Dan said, afraid he was misunderstanding Brooke’s question.

“ Would you want to come home and find me laying by the pool in my tiniest bikini, glistening with sweat from the sun, waiting for you to come run your hands all over my artificially inflated chest?”

“I…that would be a fucking fantasy,”

“What if you came home and told me about your day and to help you relax I took my freshly filled lips and teased your cock for a minute before taking all of it in. You’d continue to talk, and unwind while I worked every inch of you. Slowly at first, not to distract enough from you telling me about your day, then faster. And faster until you can’t form sentences and lose control,” Brooke moved her foot up into Dan’s lap to make sure he was as excited as she’d hoped.

“Hmm I see someone likes that idea,” Brooke said with a smile, her toes still rubbing his inner thigh.

“If I were your girl, and you were trying to give me a high-class life, I would always be trying to make you happy. Whether it was with bigger tits, a tighter body or as many blowjobs as you could handle…I’d make sure you were content with everything about me.”

“I want that…how do I…” Dan muttered

“I wish I wanted to be a made woman, Dan. Maybe sometime we could play out that scenario just for fun. Unfortunately, I prefer being the one in control. But that being said, I wanna give you something to help you forget that cheating bitch. Something so you’ll never forget this moment. Meet me in the bathroom in 2 minutes,” and Brooke got up, leaned down and laid a passionate kiss on Dan's lips before walking inside and disappearing around the corner. It took Dan a minute before he could stand without people staring at his raging hard on. He quickly walked inside and knocked on the door for the restroom. Brooke’s hand quickly reached out and dragged him in by his shirt. She was standing there with her blouse unbuttoned, her tight stomach fully exposed and bra feebly attempting to keep her enormous assets tight against her chest.

Her blouse fell to the floor and she aggressively pressed herself into Dan.

“I’m gonna show you these now. I wanna see your face when you see these for the first time,” and she reached behind her back, undid the clasp and stepped back from Dan.

“Before I do, promise me one thing?”

“Anything” he said

“Promise me you won’t see that bitch again. You can do better. Much better,”

“I…I promise,” he said hoarsely.

“Good,” Brooke said and let her bra fall away. Her incredibly overfilled tits didn’t sag in the slightest, maintaining their spherical shape high on her chest.

She stood there for a second, soaking in Dan’s gaze before slowly moving her hands up to her chest and sensually running her fingers around the circumference of her giant tits. She slowly reached down and grabbed his hands and moved them up to her chest, guiding his hands with hers over every inch before encouraging him to squeeze firmly. She let out a soft moan as she closed her eyes completely loving the moment.

“Would you wanna come home and touch these every day?”

“Oh my god would I”

“Would you come home and fuck me over and over until neither of us can stand?”

“Baby, I would fuck you until my heart gave out,”

Brooke let out another moan as Dan’s hands firmly caressed her chest. She reached down with her right hand and stripped off his belt effortlessly. Before he know what was happening, she’d unbuttoned his pants and was grasping his raging erection in her hand. Brooke slowly lowered to her knees, making sure to tease him with her tits as much as possible.

“Imagine if we’d met when I was flat and boring and we’d started dating before you made your money. Then, when the paychecks started rolling in I told you I wanted bigger tits.”

“I’d buy you any tits you wanted,” Dan moaned as Brooke expertly worked her hand over his throbbing manhood.

“Then after 6 months with my new boobs I told you I wanted to go bigger. I wanted to fill out any dress or bikini and make any woman who looked at you realize they’re not good enough,”

“Mmmm,”

“Then a year goes by and I tell you I want HUGE fake tits. I wanna be so big that you worship my chest and rush home every day to play with me…and big swollen lips to wrap around your cock to make sure you were never stressed while at home”

“I’d get you anything you wanted,” Dan replied, his voice wavering in pleasure.

“Yeah? Well you’ve got me right now, your dream woman... giant fake tits and all.. and I’m gonna make you cum so hard you’re gonna see stars,”

“mmmmmmm,” was all Dan could get out. Brooke pressed his manhood against her soft lips, teasing just for a second before pulling away.

“But... what if I wanted thousands of CCs stuffed into my chest, so fake that everyone would stare wherever we went, all for your to admire and touch whenever you wanted? Would you like that?”

“Oh fuck baby I want that,”

“Tell me how much,” and Brooke threw his raging erection into her mouth, working him with both her swollen lips and hand in sync. Dan grabbed her ponytail and without too much force, helped Brooke work him even faster. He came in less than a minute.

“Fuck me that was incredible,” Dan panted. Brooke licked her lips and stood up, his cock still in her hand.

“You’re a good guy, Dan. And fun. If you ever wanna play out that fantasy sometime gimme a call. I’d love to help you unwind after work. But only if you fuck me so hard it feels like my tits my burst,”

“We should... absolutely do that,” he replied with a grin. Brooke reached down to grab her phone and handed it to him, his dick still in her other hand. Once his info was in her phone, she released her hold and threw her tongue into his mouth.

“I’ll see you soon, Dan. And remember your promise.”

And like that, Brooke was gone, leaving Dan in confused euphoria about the events that had just transpired.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: Adrian1976 on September 29, 2018, 08:19:48 am
Happy to read the new installment of Brooke's adventures. Keep up the good work amd I can't wait to see where this leads.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: misterhermit on September 29, 2018, 08:21:25 pm
nice.
leave em wanting more.
great chapter. definitely makes me want to read more.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: soren87 on September 30, 2018, 10:09:47 am
Really grwat hope we get a new scene where she inflateds her boobs bigger than she ever had
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: gtc15 on October 07, 2018, 06:15:13 pm
Amazing story
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: dimen on October 07, 2018, 07:34:35 pm
Realy courious where Brooke is going to take us next time! Bravo!
Btw: when is next time?
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: metolius on October 16, 2018, 05:09:07 pm
Love where this is going. Any updates?
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: AndrewWinston on October 19, 2018, 07:29:18 am
Just started reading your story tonight.  Brilliant work.  Don't stop.

Chapter 4

A few hours later, Jake pulled into the driveway. He took a second to collect himself, not knowing what kind of mood Jenna might possibly be in. Just as he was about to open the door his phone buzzed. It was a video from Jenna. He hit play and at first was a little confused. The video just showed the TV with a Seinfeld rerun on. But after about 10 seconds the camera slowly started tilting down. It showed her perfectly toned legs crossed over each other looking completely smooth and flawless as if they’d just been waxed. The camera continued to tilt further up her thighs and just before her perfect, tight box came into view, two monstrous objects forced their way into the video. The camera held there, looking straight down at her incredibly round, enormous tits. Normally he would’ve been able to see down her chest, to her stomach and beyond but her implants were so big and so clearly forced into her chest that they created the most unnatural cleavage with no room left between them. Jenna’s tits glistened from the skin stretching to accommodate the 1400ccs of fluid sloshing around in her formerly non-existent breasts.

Jake snapped to his senses and ran to the front door. He threw it open to find the lights dimmed and Jenna sitting at their wet bar. She had a martini in her hand and was wearing an incredibly tight black dress that clearly wasn’t designed for her monstrous assets. As Jake stared, Jenna spoke up.

“So…who wore it better? Me or Casey?” she asked with a grin. She stood up so he could get a total view of her incredible physique. The heels she was wearing made her toned legs look extra long, contradicting her usual 5’2 stature. The dress hugged her hips and exquisite ass and truly reflected just how flawless the body she’d worked so hard for really was. But the highlight was the plunging neckline that showed off nearly all of her chest. Her tits were forced together in an incredible way from the overstretched fabric attempting to do what it had been designed for. The tops of the implants were clearly visible through her skin making them appear all the more round and over-inflated.

“Babe…I” Jake said as he struggled to find his words.

“Just don’t get used to this. You have two and a half months but after that, it’s back to the single letter sizes. Understood?” she said as she handed him a Martini.

“Understood,” Jake said and threw back the martini in one effortless gulp. He grabbed Jenna aggressively by the hip and with his other hand tore open the front of the dress open. Her spherical tits burst out and for the first time, Jake witnessed in person just how spectacular and how incredibly fake they were. He grabbed them at will with both hands, exploring every inch of her newly created surface area. He kissed her neck, then her chest, and working his way down made sure his tongue found her tiny, newly stretching nipples. He latched on with his mouth while grabbing her other nipple between the fingers of his other hand.

Jenna ran her hands up to her hair, thrust her chest out and let out a moan. Her back was pressed up against the bar with her tattered dress now hanging lifelessly around her waist.

Jake continued exploring his newly conquered territory and pushed Jenna back until she was laying flat on the bar. Her balloons looked like they could’ve been filled with helium with the way they stood straight up as if being pulled toward the ceiling. Jake tore away at the rest of her dress to find she wan’t wearing anything underneath. Immediately he began kissing the insides of her thighs moving closer and closer to that sweet sweet snatch that he loved. He worked her clit with his tongue as if he’d had months of pent of passion waiting to be let lose.

Jenna was in absolute ecstasy. As Jake worked her with his mouth she found her hands wandering over her own contours, starting with her tight stomach and up to her colossal breasts. She grabbed them from underneath and then from the sides, pushing them together as tightly as possible, making them look as fake as they truly were. She LOVED the way they felt. So unnaturally big on her perfect little body. As she was realizing how much she enjoyed feeling those overfilled bags of saline stuffed under her skin, Jake put his skills into overdrive and Jenna screamed as she climaxed.

She lay there motionless, completely overwhelmed by the electricity that was in control her body. She could barely get her thoughts to form. What was happening to her? These things were actually bringing her and Jake to a level they’d never been to before, even at their best. Just then, Jake spoke.

“My turn,” and he lunged forward with his sights set on her incredible assets.

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A month  went by and the two were having the time of their lives. Every day Jenna would come up with new ways to tease Jake while he was at work and surprise him when he’d get home. He loved it when she’d try on her old clothes and would send him before and after pics. She knew she’d have to start thinking about getting back to her clients soon but she was having carefree fun for the first time in as long as she could remember. Work could wait.

It was Friday and Jake and Jenna stepped out of the shower after an incredibly athletic adventure all over each other’s bodies. They'd gone in with the intention of just getting a nice rinse but naturally Jake's hands found Jenna's unnatural assets and he insisted that they needed a thorough cleaning. After some back and forth things escalated as they did nearly every other hour at this point. Back in the bedroom, Jake saw his phone light up and walked over wrapped in a towel. It was from Ian. He and Casey were back in town to wrap up some work and they wanted to meet for dinner.

“Babe, Ian and Casey are back and wanna meet up tonight. Any chance I can convince you to venture into public?” Jake asked playfully. He walked over to her, grabbed her by the hips and pulled her in close.

 “You could show Casey what real fake tits look like,” he said with a devilish grin, the backs of his fingers lightly running over her over-accentuated chest. Jenna’s face slowly turned from serious to an equally mischievous smile.

“Let’s do it” she said. The two brainstormed what she could wear that would really drive the message home that they were in fact the much hotter couple. They had a few hours before dinner so they could squeeze in some last minute shopping. They headed to a strip of boutique shops by the beach that Jenna used to love. She was still a bit insecure about being in public so she threw on one of Jake’s hoodies, a Dodger’s hat and a pair of aviators to hide as much of herself as she could. Jake mocked that all she needed now was a fake mustache and she could join Witsec.

They looked through a few shops but nothing quite jumped out as being sexy enough to really give her that extra “pop”. As they were wandering through one of the shops Jenna heard a familiar voice ring out. She froze in a complete panic.

“Jenna? Is that you!? Where have you been the past month! We’ve been missing your classes like crazy!” It was a slightly older woman named Meredith who was one of Jenna’s most committed clients. It took Jenna a minute to find her voice.

“Oh hey Meredith! So great to see you. Sorry I’ve been MIA. Yeah I’ve had some personal stuff I’ve been dealing with. I should be back soon I hope,” she replied. Meredith’s eyes had wandered down to the masses hiding underneath her sweat shirt.

“Did you…” She asked inquisitively.

“You know, we’d been working so hard recently and I’d dropped so much body fat that I wasn’t feeling very…feminine. I decide to give this a shot. Turns out they were much bigger than I expected,” Jenna replied.

“Girl, I bet you look incredible. I can’t believe you wouldn’t tell me though! As a fellow member of the implant club I could’ve given you some recommendations for doctors!” Meredith exclaimed.

“Wait…you mean you’ve had them done before?” Jenna asked genuinely surprised.

“Two marriages and I don’t have a job…gotta do what you gotta do to keep em happy. Am I right? “she winked at Jake who turned bright red.

“Anyway, come back soon. We all miss you and can’t wait to see the new you.” With that she gave Jenna smooch on the cheek and left.

Jake looked at Jenna who he swore looked relieved. She grabbed a few items she’d had her eye on and headed to the dressing room. She told Jake to follow and wait outside so she could get his opinion.

“No peaking,” she said. A few minutes went by and Jake was flipping through facebook when he heard the door open. There was Jenna in modest heels, tight black leather pants and a silver halter top that ended just below her boobs so her entire stomach was exposed. The halter top wrapped around her endowments lifting them up just enough to truly spite gravity. The front was cut low enough to expose an incredibly generous amount of cleavage.

“What do you think?” She asked.

“Babe…you...are incredible. I don’t even know what words to use that would do you justice. You are so absurdly sexy.” Jenna lit up. She spun around once and closed the door. Jake was entranced by what he’d just seen. She was truly a bombshell. Just then Jenna let out a small yelp.

“Hun I think my hair’s caught. Can you come undo it?” She asked. Jake opened the door and let himself into her dressing room. There she was, no top on, eyeing him like a lion eye’s a gazelle. Her massive planets jutting out like no natural breast could ever do. She dropped to her knees and tore off Jake’s belt in one seamless motion. Before he could even register what was happening, she’d undone his pants and had grabbed his throbbing cock from his pants and thrust it into her mouth. With flawless expertise, she worked his member using every trick she’d learned over the years about what he liked. Jake could barely control himself. He did everything he could to take his mind off his unbelievably sexy girlfriend whose mouth and left hand worked his goods while her other hand squeezed her own tits with intense passion.

“Babe, I’m gonna cum,” said Jake.

“Not just yet,” replied Jenna. She pulled her tits apart and wrapped them around his cock and continued aggressively moving up and down until Jake couldn’t handle it anymore and exploded all over her chest. She smiled, pleased with her work. She wiped herself off and threw her hoodie, hat and sunglasses back on.

“You know what, I think I will get this outfit,” she said with a wink and walked out, leaving Jake to comprehend and recuperate.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: dimen on November 05, 2018, 04:14:38 pm
A month (and some more) without Brooke... Uf. Tuff stuff :)
Hope everything is ok Feedinand.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on November 06, 2018, 01:49:31 am
All is well just have very limited time at the moment. Traveling a bunch and I don't think writing about Brooke's adventures mid-flight is the best idea (although I was in Vegas last weekend and definitely found some real-life inspiration). Will write more when I have some down time. I appreciate everyone's patience.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: metolius on November 06, 2018, 09:17:53 am
Can't wait!
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: Arie on December 13, 2018, 09:54:08 pm
I hope you are having a good time. Don’t wanna force you back to work lol, but I want you to know there are those of us who can’t wait to see what happens next. Take care, bro’
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on December 14, 2018, 05:40:33 am
Haha I haven't forgotten you. I'm halfway through the next chapter and was gonna post it as a surprise soon. I need a few more days but it's comming gents. Thanks for hangin with me. i know things have died down but I'll try to keep new chapters coming when I can. As always, a huge thank you to everyone who has followed up to this point. I hope Jake, jenna, and Brooke haven't disappointed. I have so many ideas just no time! Anyway, thank you
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: dimen on December 27, 2018, 10:30:35 am
Ferdinand, just asking: How much is "a  few more? :)
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: gtc15 on December 27, 2018, 11:11:06 am
Haha I haven't forgotten you. I'm halfway through the next chapter and was gonna post it as a surprise soon. I need a few more days but it's comming gents. Thanks for hangin with me. i know things have died down but I'll try to keep new chapters coming when I can. As always, a huge thank you to everyone who has followed up to this point. I hope Jake, jenna, and Brooke haven't disappointed. I have so many ideas just no time! Anyway, thank you
Yess
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on January 05, 2019, 11:59:11 pm
Thanks for hangin in there all. Here's the next chapter. Hope it's not too terrible.

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Brooke smiled to herself. As the warm water of her shower ran down her incredibly augmented figure she couldn’t help but watch and reminisce about the past few months. She remembered how overwhelmed she was after her first surgery, thinking she’d done something completely foolish and impulsive. But as people began to look at her differently and treat her like an object of lust and desire she slowly gave into it. A lifetime of bland, simple appearance had driven her confidence down, forcing her personality to carry the load through cynicism, negativity and passive-aggressiveness. Brooke had given up that she’d ever get the things from life she wanted and her blog had given her a microphone to the masses to express her criticisms from the safety of her home.

But her initial surgery had changed everything. Suddenly she had confidence. Sure, she felt a little ridiculous at first with fake tits suddenly stuffed into her chest but the looks and attention she got right from the jump made it worth it. Brooke tried to convince herself it was just her commitment to her craft and she wanted to truly immerse herself into the subject but she knew there was more to it. She felt attractive, sexy and above all desired. She knew she could’ve spent tireless hours slaving with Jenna in the gym to tighten and tone her body but the one attribute that endless work and commitment would never change was her chest. Her implants acted almost as a billboard that emphasized her femininity. Sure, the universe hadn’t given her much to start with but making them bigger as a choice almost felt more feminine.

Brooke stepped out of the shower and faced herself in the mirror, her body glistening as the last of the water slid off her skin. Her incredibly stuffed breasts stood so unnaturally on her chest and created a new standard for “perky” and “spherical”. Her hands moved up and lightly caressed her stretched nipples which now seemed to be perpetually hard. Brooke stared at herself in the mirror as if spying on a beautiful neighbor through the window.

As she gently explored the contours of her stretched chest she couldn’t help but feel that she was almost to the end of this journey, but not quite yet. She loved the way she looked and felt but she wanted more. What “more” meant, exactly, she wasn’t quite sure. She rolled ideas around in her head as she caressed herself.

“More saline? Hmm maybe. I mean they’re already pretty big but maybe a little bit bigger would be fun,” she said giving her tits a heft.

“Lips? They could use a refill. Maybe super full and pouty. Butt? I dunno I can work for that. More angle in the cheeks? Nose? I think I need some outside opinions”.

Brooke strode out to her laptop with an idea in mind. She opened her blog and posted one question: “What would you guys want to see me change next?”

It didn’t take long before responses started pouring in. The most common response, as expected, was to fill her tits even bigger. Many of her fans referenced the video she’d made with Jenna and requested something similar. An idea popped into her head. But she’d need some help.

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After a week of promoting her latest event, Brooke finally felt ready. She sat down in her chair in front of her webcam in the sexiest bikini she owned. The material barely covered her nipples and any overly-enthusiastic movements would yield the hard protuberances hiding underneath. Her hang hung naturally around her face, accentuating the deep eyes peering out from her trademark glasses.

“Hey everyone thanks for all your ideas and support this week. So I know I left a bit of mystery surrounding today but here’s the gist: The brilliantly talented Dr. Haskins here has agreed to hook me up for additional saline. Now, your girl Brooke has bills to pay so here’s how it’s gonna go down: Every 5 minutes I’m going to review the bids from my wonderful fans. The highest bid or most unique will be selected at the end of those 5 minutes to play me in Super Smash Brothers. If you win, I add 50 CCs of saline to each boob or one CC of filler to my lips. If I win, I get your bid. Easy peasy. We’ll go for an hour and see what happens. Sound good?”

The responses came flooding in with resounding support and excitement.

“Alright, doc. Will you do the honors?” Dr. Haskins leaned into the frame with his standard supplies. Using an alcohol swab, he cleaned the port to her implants and inserted the filling tubes into each. Once finished, he attached a 50cc syringe to each.

“Looks like we’re good to go. Alright guys, the clock starts…now”. Brooke scanned the chat room. $50, $75…by the end of the first 5 minutes the bid had reached a few hundred dollars.

“Looks like we have our winner. Alright Boobfanatic19 you’re up. $300 takes the first round.” She quickly received the game invite and the two launched into battle.

By the end of the first game, Brooke was a little flustered. Her opponent had completely kicked her ass. It hadn’t been close.

“Ok I guess I should’ve warmed up a bit. Alright Boobfanatic19. I have a hunch I know what you’re gonna want…” Brooke looked at her laptop for his reply. Surprisingly, the response read “lips”.

“Lips it is. Doc? Do you mind?” Dr. Haskins moved his chair next to Brooke and inserted the small needle into both her top and bottom lips injecting a quick CC of filler.

“Ok who’s next?” Brooke said, feeling the new fullness of her luscious lips. Her lips felt a little swollen but above all soft as they brushed against each other. The lip gloss she’d been wearing made them slide effortlessly as she moved them together.

“Next round starting now.” Similar to last time the bids started flowing in except this time the baseline was closer to $150. By the end, the highest bid was at $750.

“Ok JPeters222 you’re up. $750 on the line. Let’s rumble!”

A few short minutes later the game came to an end. Just like the previous match, Brooke hadn’t stood a chance. She was getting more frustrated but above all a little worried. At this rate she was going to endure some major changes. She couldn’t just stop before the hour was up and upset her fanbase.

“I guess today isn’t my day. Alright JPeters22, what’re you thinkin? Tits or lips?” The response immediately worried her. “Lips” was all it read.

“I totally expected this to go a different way. Alright doc, lets do this.” Dr. Haskins leaned over and effortlessly injected another CC of filler into each lip. They now felt truly swollen and augmented. They pressed together forcing her mouth outward. Brooke looked at herself in the webcam. They were truly pouty and the swelling was forcing her lips outward slightly.

“What do you guys think? Do they look ok? Alright well I’m definitely winning this next round so here goes.” She started the timer.

By the end the bid had reached $1,500.

“Wow RoughDiamond you must really be confident! Alright lets game” and the two launched right in. Brooke did her best to focus as best she could. She put up much more of a fight than her previous games but by the end had once again been defeated.

“FUCK! You guys are on your GAME today. Alright RD how about we pump my tits up a little? They’re feeling a little neglected,” she said trying to direct her opponents choice. She looked at her screen and her stomach dropped.

“Lips”. Brooke wasn’t even sure how many injections her lips could actually handle. Dr. Haskins seemed just as surprised as she was and looked at Brooke for confirmation that she was ok with another round. She begrudgingly nodded and like before, he quickly added another CC to each lip. Brooke adjusted her mouth to explore the latest injection. Her lips felt so unnaturally full at this point. She could feel her lips jutting out further than before almost as if she was puckering up to give someone a kiss.

Brooke stared at herself on her computer monitor. Her lips were approaching “unnatural” status with a hint of *WOMAN*ty. She knew it was temporary as most fillers faded over a few weeks but the dramatic change in less than an hour was making her a little nervous.

“You guys and the lips today. Alright lets see if I can get on the board this time. Let’s roll,” and the bids started flowing in. She watched as higher and higher numbers hit the chat. Despite her slight anxiety over her lips something about seeing these people bidding on how she would alter herself was a little arousing. She loved the attention. It made her feel so truly desired that she couldn’t help but get caught up in it.

Just as she was beginning to get lost in herself, a message hit the board that caused her eyes to grow.

“$10,000 for 3 more CCs of lip filler. No game. You fill, I pay”. Brooke sat there in shock. This guy was gonna pay her ten grand to stuff her lips with even more filler? That was a lot of money to anyone. She rolled the idea around in her head. The changes wouldn’t be permanent and worst case she’d be uncomfortable for at most a few days as her face adjusted to her new lips. In a few weeks, she’d be back down to relatively normal size.

Brooke looked over at Dr. Haskins who was nodding in disapproval. She stared him in the eye trying to gauge how rigid his position was about it. She needed the money. No, she WANTED the money.

“Doc…can my lips handle it?” she asked outloud.

“Brooke, I really don’t think it’s a good idea. You’re going to look outrageous with that much filler,” he replied.

“But is it safe?” she asked trying to give him her cutest eyes.

“I mean…probably but it’s way more than I’ve given anyone!”

“Doc…”

“Fine but this is the last time,” he replied sternly.

“Alright PlasticGuy33. You got yourself a deal. Once I get notification that the money’s been Venmo’d we’ll do this.” Brooke took a deep breath. She didn’t want that much filler but the money…she couldn’t turn it down. Her phone lit up with the notification that the transfer was now pending.

“Alright here we go. Doc?” With an eye roll, Dr. Haskins leaned in and gently inserted the first CC into each lip. She felt them swell further as her lips jutted outward.

He leaned in and began filling with the second CC. She felt the fluid enter her lips as the extended further.

Finally Dr. Haskins inserted the last syringe and slowly emptied the contents. As he finished and removed the needle, he stared at her wide eyed. He realized his handiwork at taken this poor girl’s beautiful lips to an entirely different level. He’d seen fake lips before. Hell he’d filled plenty. But this was something new.

Brooke could feel his eyes on her. She turned to her laptop to see herself. She didn’t know how to react to what she saw. Her lips were beyond swollen. Beyond fake even. They stuck out incredibly far from her face as if they’d more than doubled in size and surface area. She raised her hand up to gently feel them with her fingers.

“They’re so soft!” she thought to herself. She began running her tongue over the swollen areas. They felt weird and new but almost sensual. She knew she looked outrageous, like some sort of cartoon but she didn’t fully hate it. She didn’t fully love it either.

“O…Ok…guys” she said struggling to speak clearly as her lips fought against her.

“I think I need to call it day. I’ll post pictures soon,” and she shut off her webcam.

Brooke walked into her bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror. Her lips were so large and fake she didn’t know how she could possibly go out in public. She was starting to breakdown a little on the inside realizing that she may have finally gone too far.

“NO” she told herself.

“You could’ve said no but you wanted this. Was it the money or did you want to push your limits? To see how far you could truly go?” She continued staring at herself, deep in internal monologue.

“It’s a lot now but soon you’ll be back to normal. Normal…nothing about this has been normal. If you wanted normal you never would’ve gotten your tits done in the first place. You need to make the most of this before you’re ’normal’ again,” she said to herself. Brooke straightened her posture, tried to smile with her incredible lips and walked back into her living room. She grabbed her phone.

“These may look ridiculous but I bet they feel fucking incredible. Let’s find out” she said and she began typing out a text message.

“Can you come over?” was all the text said. She waited for the reply.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: gtc15 on January 06, 2019, 04:06:31 am
Absolutely brilliant work
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: Adrian1976 on January 07, 2019, 06:16:05 pm
Love it! Hope you can find the time to write more soon. But all the waiting was absolutely worth it!
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: thekayak on January 07, 2019, 08:52:54 pm
Love your work and can't wait for the next chapter! Also, wouldn't it be hot if Brooke had difficulty speaking because of the lips, as in actually pronouncing some words wrong?
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: Psf_79 on January 08, 2019, 08:35:06 am
Magnificent work ferdinand1 8)
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: gtc15 on January 08, 2019, 05:21:42 pm
Maybe time to introduce a new friend? Maybe she mentors a young hot Asian chick or latina?
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on January 09, 2019, 12:36:33 am
Maybe time to introduce a new friend? Maybe she mentors a young hot Asian chick or latina?

Honestly haven't thought that far ahead. Definitely possible. Just a matter of finding more time to write it
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: dimen on January 10, 2019, 06:52:50 pm
Damn Ferdinand1, You did it again! This girl is a walking dream! We now know she loves to S... and F... Does she do A... to? Please ask her if she visits adult or lingerie stores, salons, fitness and other places Bimbos like to go to?

Lol. When Doc didnt want to put any more cc's in her lips I actually thought she would suck him off,  just to please the viewers and get that money :)

Need mooore.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on January 11, 2019, 01:23:26 am
Damn Ferdinand1, You did it again! This girl is a walking dream! We now know she loves to S... and F... Does she do A... to? Please ask her if she visits adult or lingerie stores, salons, fitness and other places Bimbos like to go to?

Lol. When Doc didnt want to put any more cc's in her lips I actually thought she would suck him off,  just to please the viewers and get that money :)

Need mooore.

I thought about that but if I continue in this world with other characters I wanna leave the Doc untouched. He's kinda the only consistent factor. As for the other ideas, anything's possible. As always, just comes down to finding time to get ideas down.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: LenaMiller on January 14, 2019, 09:51:00 pm
Best story ever. Usually nobody is able to maintain such a level combined with creativeness. Loving that the sex passages im between did not get too long but therefore you focused on describing the clothes.
Maybe some pieces of advice: Would be really great if you also talked about butts. And most inportantly ever since I was dreaming of a Bimbofication competition (being the hottest aka looking the fakest) between two bimbo objections. ...
Really looking forward to more of you
Congrats and all the best   
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on January 15, 2019, 12:27:44 am
Best story ever. Usually nobody is able to maintain such a level combined with creativeness. Loving that the sex passages im between did not get too long but therefore you focused on describing the clothes.
Maybe some pieces of advice: Would be really great if you also talked about butts. And most inportantly ever since I was dreaming of a Bimbofication competition (being the hottest aka looking the fakest) between two bimbo objections. ...
Really looking forward to more of you
Congrats and all the best   

Are you looking for scenes involving Brooke's ass in general or thinking augmentation? Happy to work some scenes in if I can but I hadn't thought about Brooke augmenting her tush other than exercise. It's definitely something I can work in more if I introduce a new main character in the near future
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: outroducin on January 16, 2019, 12:25:49 am
Best story ever. Usually nobody is able to maintain such a level combined with creativeness. Loving that the sex passages im between did not get too long but therefore you focused on describing the clothes.
Maybe some pieces of advice: Would be really great if you also talked about butts. And most inportantly ever since I was dreaming of a Bimbofication competition (being the hottest aka looking the fakest) between two bimbo objections. ...
Really looking forward to more of you
Congrats and all the best   

Are you looking for scenes involving Brooke's ass in general or thinking augmentation? Happy to work some scenes in if I can but I hadn't thought about Brooke augmenting her tush other than exercise. It's definitely something I can work in more if I introduce a new main character in the near future

I personally likes stories to stay focused on the main character. When other characters start getting added it kind of takes away from the story to me. I would love more of her getting pushed past her comfort zone by her fans or a special someone. Perhaps feeling more and more embarrassed to be out in public because of how far she has gone with her breast and lips. Maybe her fans or dates getting off on her being out in public for the world to see so she has no choice! Just my two cents.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: LenaMiller on January 16, 2019, 07:34:43 pm
I don't wanna interfere into you potentially adding new ideas despite having to admit that a initially seemingly natural -though being curvecious - latina (though gradually getting utterly pumped full of plastic just like Brooke) standing in direct bimbo competition to her would surely be a great turn on. May this masterpiece never be forced to have an end
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on January 16, 2019, 11:54:35 pm
Thank you all for the feedback and as always, thanks for continuing to read.

Lena - no worries you're not interfering at all. I'm always open to ideas. We all have different visions as to how the fantasy should unfold and if there's a direction I can try that still fits my vision but may make others satisfied I'm happy to give it a shot. I know some people have requested things in the past that were all great ideas but just didn't quite fit what I had in mind for the story. They're all ideas I'm absolutely keeping in mind for any future characters/stories so don't think you've been ignored.

Outroducin - Some good stuff there for sure especially the embarrassment aspect (not something Brooke has had a lot of experience with since she started down the plastic path so it'd be good for her to have a reality check). I'll think about how I can work that in in future chapters.

Long weekend coming up. No promises but I'll try to get some writing in.

-F
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: Iwantdrink on January 18, 2019, 11:39:28 am
I have a question. Could artist that made CGI of Brooke progres make her new version with those awesome, overinflated lips?
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on February 15, 2019, 05:47:57 pm
Not sure if she's still around but I'm totally fine with any renderings. It was definitely a great addition to this. I'll try to get something new out to you guys soon. Honestly not sure where I want the story to go from here but have some ideas. We'll see what shakes out
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: metolius on February 16, 2019, 05:46:44 pm
It would be awesome if she started focusing on other areas of her body like a BBL. I'm not picky tho. I'm just excited for a new chapter. I hope there is one soon.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: Arie on March 18, 2019, 12:28:15 am
Too bad this seems to be on halt for now... I hope you pick it up when you can, Ferdinand!
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on March 19, 2019, 03:27:44 pm
I'll get back to it soon! As usual it's just hard to carve out 3-4 hours to get a solid chapter together that doesn't lower your standards. I'll get something together soon
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on June 05, 2019, 08:15:03 pm
Hi All,

Apologies for the hiatus but life's been incredibly busy but all good things. A lot of work, travel, bought a condo etc. Anyway, I started playing with the next chapter which I'll try to get a draft posted by the weekend. Again, thank you all for the support over the past couple years. Brooke's story may be winding down but I have a couple new characters I'm interested in bringing into their community.

F
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: irkf on June 06, 2019, 09:51:44 am
Oh! Amazing news! I'm waiting next part of the story very much!
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on June 11, 2019, 12:58:37 am
Running behind as always. Sorry gang. It's coming soon. In the meantime, how's everyone doing?
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: gtc15 on June 11, 2019, 03:29:26 am
Running behind as always. Sorry gang. It's coming soon. In the meantime, how's everyone doing?
Good cant wait
Check out my story and leave a reply with any suggestions!
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on June 11, 2019, 07:05:25 pm
Running behind as always. Sorry gang. It's coming soon. In the meantime, how's everyone doing?
Good cant wait
Check out my story and leave a reply with any suggestions!

I'll give it a read for sure! Looking forward to it
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on June 24, 2019, 12:15:48 am
Hey guys, I don't have a new chapter for Brooke (major writer's block with her storyline) but I did start a new story with a different character in the same universe. Want me to post that or hold off until i figure out how to wrap up Brooke's story?
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: Wotno1 on June 24, 2019, 01:17:14 am
Post it please  ;)
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: metolius on June 24, 2019, 01:19:40 am
+1
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on June 24, 2019, 01:37:35 am
The council has spoken. I'm not thrilled with the writing and the storyline kinda starts similarly to The Flame but it's just gotta get off the ground a bit.

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Objectify Me

Chapter1

Kate couldn’t break her eyes away from the computer screen. Her boyfriend stood a few steps away, completely humiliated. He tried as quickly as possible to button his pants but no amount of awkward fumbling could distract Kate’s gaze. He realized the video was still playing on his computer and immediately slammed the laptop shut.

‘Babe, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know you’d be home so early and I needed to…blow off some steam”, he said, red in the face.

Kate could hear what he was saying but all she could think about was the video. Admittedly, when she’d first walked in and had heard moaning she assumed the worst. The relief that her boyfriend wasn’t cheating was immense but a new insecurity was beginning to arise. She’d opened their bedroom door to see his back to her, his arm obviously being put to use as he aimed to satisfy himself. In the background a young, thin brunette was getting dominated from behind, her balloon-like breast implants wobbling artificially with each thrust.

She stood there for a minute before making her presence known and that’s when her boyfriend, Ryan, went into panic mode.

“Is that was he’s into?” she thought to herself. The sex that was transpiring on his computer was definitely more intense than she was used to with Ryan. Kate had always said she’d try anything with him, as weird or rough as he wanted but Ryan had never taken advantage of it. She’d often surprise him first thing in the morning with a blowjob or if their schedules aligned would sneak into the shower and make her way down to her knees and expertly work his manhood until he came in euphoric explosion.

Unfortunately, Kate’s efforts were rarely reciprocated. He put in some effort in the bedroom but made sure he got off and if in that time she was lucky enough to orgasm, great but rarely was her satisfaction the focus. For some reason it had never bothered her. She loved him and wanted to make sure she pleased him when he needed a release.

Up until a few moments ago she’d thought she was enough and was doing exactly what she needed to be a great girlfriend but now she was questioning herself.

“Why doesn’t he fuck me like that?” was her first thought but it didn’t take long for her mind to wander to the two biggest items on screen: the actress’s enormous, artificially enhanced chest.

“How can he possibly like those? They were kind of gross looking and he’s never mentioned breast implants before to me…”, she thought to herself. It was less the porn or the fake boobs that were bothering her and more the notion that there were things that turned him on that he’d kept from her.

At this point, she’d wandered back out to the living room with Ryan following, clearly still embarrassed and afraid of what she might say.

“Babe I’m so sorry. Please say something” He said half pleading.

“Ry, it’s fine. I guess I’m just surprised. I mean you’re a guy and I get that guys watch porn. It happens. I guess I just never realized what sort of things you were into.”

It took a couple hours to shake off the awkwardness but eventually they were both relaxed and lounging in front of the TV like any other evening.

The next day at work wasn’t easy for Kate. She worked at a small hedge fund as an office assistant simply because she’d failed her Series 7 exam twice. She’d graduated a few years earlier with a degree in Finance and knew she wanted to be a trader. Not so much because she was overly talented or interested in Finance as a career but because she knew there was money to be made. But when it came time to take her exams she blanked and inevitably failed. Twice. She wasn’t dumb by any means but the failure had left her feeling extremely insecure.

She rolled the previous day’s events around her mind. Ryan hadn’t done anything wrong, per se, but the woman he’d been watching just wasn’t what she would’ve expected from him. Kate was thin, pretty and had modest B cups. She wasn’t someone guys would go out of their way to talk to but she’d caught men sneaking a peak from time to time and those glances were the validation she needed.

She and Ryan had met through friends just under a year ago. Kate was immediately infatuated with Ryan: he was tall, handsome, took care of himself physically and came from a very well-to-do family. It took Ryan time to warm up to Kate and want to commit to something serious. He’d been reluctant to use a title for whatever they were until nearly their 14th date. At that point he knew he couldn’t make any more excuses. Now, a year in and living together, she still hadn’t met his family but was just excited that their relationship had gotten to this point.

Kate always did what he wanted whether it was going out with friends or staying behind so he could enjoy a guys night or weekend away from her. She never pushed back or demanded he spend time with her. Letting him take charge and do things his way made her feel like she was being a great girlfriend but deep down it slowly was chipping away at her self esteem. She tried her best not to let it get to her but she hoped someday his priority would be to spend time and spoil her.

It was a Thursday afternoon and markets had closed. Usually by 4:30 the office started to clear out but Kate had to stay until 5 to take any last minute calls that might come in. As the last of the junior traders made his way to the door, Kate opened up a new window in Chrome and searched two words: Breast Implants.

Chapter 2

It’d been a week since she’d seen him. Her heart was so full of excitement she could barely contain herself. When she’d originally told Ryan she was going away and he’d be on his own for a week he’d seemed unaffected. Hopefully this would change that.

Everything had changed the moment she hit search that June afternoon. She’d stepped into a world she’d been completely ignorant to. Sure, there were women out there who were pursuing the biggest, fakest chests that surgery could accommodate but Kate was relieved to find that breast implants were much more common than she’d initially thought. Women were able to achieve a variety of looks, shapes, sizes and completely determined by their personal preferences. Before she knew it, the office lights had shut off at 9pm as they always did and she snapped back to reality.

Over the next few days she started taking more bathroom breaks and would sit on her phone looking at different models and scanning plastic surgeon before & after pages. She even messaged some on instagram asking them who their doctor was and what size/shape they’d chosen. Many didn’t reply but some offered their support and guidance. The recommendations she did get all seemed to point in the same direction: “go and see Dr. Haskins. He can do anything” and before she knew it, Kate had a consultation scheduled.

Kate’s consultation with Dr. Haskins was nerve-racking at first. It didn’t help that as she walked in, a beautiful brunette with impossibly large fake breasts and swollen lips was wobbling out. She questioned if she should even be there but decided to at least get through the consult.  All of this was so new to her and she felt almost embarrassed to be thinking about implants purely to appease her boyfriend’s sexual tastes. She loved him though. So very much. And would do anything to make him happy.

Kate only waited a few minutes before the door to her room opened and in walked Dr. Haskins; a handsome man whose presence was instantly soothing.

“You must be Ms. Carter. I’m Dr. Haskins. It’s a pleasure to meet you,” and he extended his hand before sitting down across from Kate.

“So you’re here for a breast augmentation consult. is that right?”

“Yeah I’m still not sure if it’s for me or if i’m totally crazy.”

“Well what makes you want them in the first place and what makes you think it’s crazy?”

“I guess I’d never really thought much about breast implants until recently. My boyfriend won’t admit it but he loves them and I really want to give him everything. Is that silly?” Kate asked in her shyest tone.

“My dear it’s not silly at all but usually when it comes to something like this, I make sure to emphasize with my patients that doing it for anyone but themselves usually isn’t the right reason. I’m sure you and your boyfriend have a bright future and if you’re considering something like this you two must be very much in love. To play devil’s advocate for a moment, people change. Lives change. Careers change. If we’re making a decision as serious as elective surgery you want to make sure it’s something you could live with in any scenario. Does that make sense?”

“It does, Doctor. But I know he’s a big part of my future and I want him to have everything he wants.”

“If you’re sure. Now what is it you’re looking for in terms of size and shape? At first glance it looks like you have some tissue to work with so maintaining a natural appearance wouldn’t be too hard.”

“Hmm what other the other options? Maybe something that doesn’t look too fake but are a little more…rounded?”

“We could try high profile implants. They’ll stick out a bit further from your chest and give a bit more of a rounded look. Easy enough to downplay if you want or play up when you want the extra attention” Dr. Haskins said with a wink.

“I think I like that. I bet Ryan would like those more than the natural look” Kate said thinking about the actress from the video. Dr. Haskins rolled his chair over to the table where dozens of implant samples were laid out. He picked up 3 and handed them to her.

“So these are all high profile. The smallest is 250 ccs. This is 350 and the last is 450. Any thoughts and what size you’d be comfortable with?” Kate spent a few minutes playing with each of the implants.

“I think the 250 is too small but the 450 might be too big. I have an office job and don’t want to look like some bimbo,” Kate said thinking about the woman she’d passed on her way into the office

“Out of curiosity, I saw a woman earlier with enormous implants. What size were those?”

“Ah that’d be Brooke. She’s an interesting case. Comes in every few weeks and adds more saline. After her last fill she was around 2400ccs and still going.”

“2400! That’s a lot of Saline!” Kate responded, completely shocked. Suddenly the 450 cc implant didn’t seem all that big.

“I think I’d like to go with the 450 high profiles, Doctor”

“Great! I’ll send the nurse in to schedule your surgery. It was great to meet you and I promise you’re going to love your choice!” and with that Dr. Haskins walked out

Chapter 3

Kate stood outside their apartment. She didn’t know if she should surprise Ryan and just walk in or text him first. Her nerves were getting to her and she stood there almost paralyzed. This was the moment she’d been waiting for. She was so excited to surprise him. To BE his fantasy. She’d wanted this for so long and now it was time.

Kate turned the door knob and walked in. Ryan was strewn across the couch watching some SportsCenter. He barely moved when he saw her walk in.

“Hey Babe. Welcome home”

“Hey you” she replied and walked over to him to give him a kiss. She was wearing heavy jacket that didn’t reveal and of the changes underneath. She stood back up and walked back to her bags, dragging them into the bedroom.

Kate immediately tore her jacket off and threw it on the bed. Underneath she was wearing a tight white dress with a push up bra that made her new chest pop out of the top with incredible cleavage. Now was the moment.

“Hey babe can you come here and help me with something?” she yelled in her best sultry tone.

“Sure hon one minute.” It took almost all of that minute for him to come in and to Kate it felt like an hour.

“Hey what…what do you…what?” Was all he could say.

“What do you think my love? Like what you see?” Kate said slowly moving toward him.

“Babe…what did you…what the fuck did you do!?” he yelled out in anger. Kate was in shock. This wasn’t at all how she’d pictured this.

“Why the fuck would you do this to yourself!? Do you know how ridiculous you look!?”

“But I thought you’d like them…I mean I saw you…what you were watching…I wanted to get them for you…”

“Porn is porn, Kate. It’s not real life. How the hell am I going to introduce you to my family when your chest is stuffed with silicone!? You know how conservative my parents are. They’re never going to be ok with this!” That sent Kate into tears. She’d been so excited for all of this; to give Ryan everything he could ever fantasize about but now she just felt like a monster. Her intentions had been so good but now she was full of regret and shame.

“I can’t believe this. I can’t believe you’d do this shit. I…I gotta go,” and he walked out. Kate fell onto the bed in tears. She buried her face in the pillows and sobbed for what must’ve been a few hours before she finally fell asleep.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: widemind on June 24, 2019, 01:45:26 pm
really really interesting new start :)
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: widemind on June 24, 2019, 03:12:14 pm
just hope for more description of her next augmentation , when she discover them for the first time and learn how to use  them  ;)
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: Gryzz on June 24, 2019, 04:31:44 pm
I agree, really interesting start. Please continue with more.
Would almost say it gets its own topic now.
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: ferdinand1 on June 24, 2019, 05:02:34 pm
I agree, really interesting start. Please continue with more.
Would almost say it gets its own topic now.

Yeah trying a new direction. Happy to move into a new thread if you guys think that's best. Council vote?
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: widemind on June 24, 2019, 05:21:00 pm
new thread yes !
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: Scooter514 on June 25, 2019, 12:11:47 am
This is an amazing place to start a new thread. I have really loved the whole series.
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Post by: metolius on June 25, 2019, 09:07:58 am
Can't wait for more!
Title: Re: The Flame
Post by: vlad-shark on July 24, 2019, 02:05:11 am
Typeset the first 5 chapters as a PDF for anyone who prefers that view  :)

https://gofile.io/?c=efgUDO