Waiting for Him

Clara gazed at herself anxiously in the floor length mirror, her hands trembling as she struggled to pull the silk nightie over her massive 1800cc breast implants. The shimmering purple material clung to every exaggerated curve, barely containing her inflated, overstuffed chest. She adjusted the spaghetti straps, wincing as they dug into the sensitive, stretched skin over her implants. 

It had been six long months since her latest fill, when Dr. Markham had squeezed in another 200cc of saline per breast, pushing her ever closer to the 2,000cc goal she'd set for herself over a year ago. She remembered  her chest feeling like it might burst from the immense pressure and swelling. Markham had been hesitant to overfill her so much, but she insisted. She needed to reach 2,000cc. For him.

Clara gazed at her reflection, amazed by how far she had come. She had been so timid that first consultation, asking the Doctor for just 300cc implants to give her petite frame some "curves." He had tried to steer her higher, warning 300cc would hardly be noticeable, but she held firm. The first pair had shocked her with how round and full they made her - until six months later, when she was begging for 600cc. And so it went over the next two years, each new set of progressively larger implants distorting her figure further while never fully satisfying her - or him. 

She sighed, adjusting her inflated lips in the mirror. She barely recognized herself anymore - the flat-chested girl next door had disappeared, replaced by an overstuffed, exaggerated parody of feminine beauty. All to please Derek, her lover and benefactor who had introduced her to the world of implants and expansions with his insatiable addiction. How could she possibly have known where that first timid request would lead?

The sound of the front door opening shook Clara from her reverie. Her heart quickened, pulse racing as she heard Derek's familiar footsteps crossing the marble foyer. She rushed to the bedroom door, pressing herself against the wall and thrusting her chest forward, hands planted on her hips. As Derek appeared in the doorway, Clara arched an eyebrow and purred, "Welcome home, darling. I've been waiting for you..." 

Derek stopped short, eyes widening and jaw slackening as he took in the vision before him. Clara watched his eyes trace the exaggerated lines of her body, from her inflated pout down the narrow span of her cinched waist, pausing momentarily at the shelf of her breasts before continuing over her flared hips and endless legs. She saw the naked hunger in his eyes as he drank her in, and she thrilled knowing the power her transforming body held over him.

"Turn around," Derek ordered gruffly, his voice betraying the depth of his arousal. Clara obeyed instantly, turning her back to him and looking coyly over her shoulder. She heard his sharp intake of breath as he beheld her over-augmented rear, perfectly outlined by the sheer lace nightie. 

"Come here," he commanded. She turned and sashayed toward him, making sure to add an extra sway to her hips. As she reached him, Derek grabbed her aggressively around the waist, crushing her inflated chest against his Armani suit. Clara cried out involuntarily, her nerve endings sparking to life at being handled so forcefully.  

Derek roughly grabbed her chin in his hand, tilting her face up to meet his burning gaze. "What's your size now, darling?" 

"Eighteen hundred ccs," Clara whispered, internally thrilled at the flicker of awe that passed over his face.

"Hmmm. Not quite enough for tonight, I think." Derek spun Clara around to face the mirrored armoire, pulling her hands up above her head. "Hold these here," he ordered, "and stick that chest out for me." 

Clara shuddered in anticipation. She knew what was coming next. The Doctor may have given his final warning against overfilling her implants so extremely again, but that had never stopped Derek before. Tonight was too important - he needed her at her biggest, fullest and roundest. And before this night was over, she would be...