Pumped Up Passion

 Julia stared at her reflection in the mirror, running her hands over the curves of her new body. Just a month ago, she’d been flat as a board, but now her chest blossomed with two brand new saline implants. 

Dr. Richards had done an amazing job. The 800cc teardrop shaped implants fit her athletic frame perfectly, giving her the dramatic hourglass figure she’d always dreamed of having. She turned to the side, watching her new breasts jut out firm and round, defying gravity in a way that only fake boobs could. They barely jiggled as she bounced up and down on her toes. 

The surgery had been a graduation gift to herself, using money she’d saved up from four years of waiting tables at the campus restaurant. She knew her conservative parents would have been aghast at the idea of their daughter getting plastic surgery, so she just told them it was a trip to Europe. 

She gently cupped her breasts, thumbs grazing over her nipples. The skin felt tight and sensitive, still adjusting to the implants underneath. Her nipples were so hard they ached, hypersensitive to even the gentlest touch. She slid her hands under the smooth slope of her new curves, shivering at the strange sensation. It was like her breasts weren’t even a part of her body yet.

Just then, her phone chimed with a new text. It was from David, the hot medical student she’d been dating for the past few months. He was the one who had convinced her to take the plunge and get the implants she’d always fantasized about. He said her skinny runway model body was too androgynous, that she'd be so much sexier with a set of big fake tits. She slipped into a tight tank top, her nipples clearly visible through the thin cotton, and texted him to come over. 

When she opened the door, she swore David’s eyes were about to pop out of his head. He just stared, mouth agape, then reached out to gently cup her breasts. “My god babe, they’re amazing! I knew you’d look incredible with these.” 

Julia led him to the couch, straddling his lap as she kissed him deeply. Having him touch her new breasts drove her wild, like electricity jolting between her nipples and her clit. She ground her hips against the hard bulge in his jeans, hungry for him in a way she’d never felt before. 

“Please...I need you so bad...” she gasped.

Clothes went flying as they made their way to the bed. When he finally entered her, Julia came almost instantly, her swollen breasts bouncing with each thrust. Over the next few hours, they fucked in every position imaginable, David utterly obsessed with watching her new tits jiggle and bounce. Being desired like this made Julia feel so powerful, so sexy. 

Afterwards, they collapsed sweaty and exhausted on the bed. David trailed his fingers lazily over her breasts. “That was incredible babe. Your body is absolute perfection.” 

Julia smiled. “I’m so glad you convinced me to do this. I finally feel like a true woman, you know? I can’t believe I wasted my college years as a flat chested stick figure.” 

“Well, better late than never,” David said. “But you know, most of the girls I dated in med school were rocking at least 1000ccs. I hate to say it babe, but 800ccs is practically training bra size by my standards.” 

Julia looked shocked. “Seriously? But I thought anything over 500cc would look obviously fake?” 

David laughed. “Oh that’s just what the conservative old surgeons will tell you to try and reign in girls with big ambitions. There are ways to safely go so much bigger these days. Haven’t you seen those 1500cc boobjob fad girls all over Instagram?”

“I mean, yeah but I thought that was just photoshop...” Julia said, feeling suddenly naive. She had been so focused on her studies in college, she realized she knew very little about the wider world outside campus.  

David grinned. “Nope, those monster tits are 100% real. I dated this one girl Mandy with 2000ccs, biggest fake tits I’ve ever seen. She was only about 5’2” and had these crazy stripper boobs almost down to her waist.” 

He grabbed his phone and found a picture of Mandy to show her. Julia’s eyes went wide. She had never seen breasts that large in real life before. They seemed to defy gravity, round and firm like beach balls grafted to the girl’s petite frame. The huge implants pulled her bikini top tight, leaving little to the imagination. 

“Wow...” Julia breathed. “I can’t believe those are real. It’s insane but...she looks so hot.” 

“I know right? Just imagine how sexy you would look with a set of big fake pornstar titties too. You've got the perfect slim body for it.” David said as he lazily thumbed her nipples. “Why stop at 800ccs when you could have so much more?”

Julia felt her pussy getting wet again at the thought. She had always timidly assumed she would just get a tasteful, natural-looking implants. She never imagined actually going huge. But now that she had taken the first step...why not go all the way?

“Maybe you're right,” she said. “I should book a consultation for an enlargement.” 

David grinned. “That’s my girl. I know you’ll look incredible with some 2000cc hangers. We need to get you into the melon mammary league ASAP. Maybe one of these days you'll give Mandy a run for her money!"

Julia laughed and gave him a playful swat, secretly thrilled at the thought of having breasts even bigger than that Instagram girl one day. She could already picture the startled faces of her conservative family if she came home from med school sporting a set of huge fake stripper tits. Maybe she'd give them a surprise visit this Christmas break to debut her new look... 

As David's hands roamed over her body, she fantasized about getting even more surgeries, about stuffing her petite frame with liters and liters of saline until she was more plastic than woman. She never knew this wild, hyper-sexualized version of herself was hidden inside all these years. But now she was ready to embrace it. Her transformation was only just beginning...