At First Sight

The first time I laid eyes on her, I was rendered utterly speechless. Even in a crowded airport terminal, she stood out like a diamond amidst pebbles. Her wheat blonde hair cascaded over delicate shoulders left bare by a flimsy spaghetti strap top. But it was the twin bulges stretching the fabric of that top that captured my attention and refused to let go. They were impossibly, cartoonishly large on her petite frame, each melon-sized globe perfectly rounded and impossibly perky. She moved through the crowd with surprising grace given her front-heavy proportions, a dreamy smile playing at her full lips. I couldn't tear my eyes away, my mind spinning as I tried to estimate just how many cc's each massive implant contained. 

Before I knew it, she had drifted out of sight, leaving me reeling in her wake. Who was that mysterious beauty, and where could I find her again? I had to know more.

Over the next week, thoughts of the blonde bombshell consumed me. I scoured social media for any clue to her identity, to no avail. No local plastic surgeon claimed credit for such enormous work. She was a mystery, an angel who had appeared only to vanish once again. 

Then, exactly a week later, I glimpsed her again. This time at the mall, her inflated chest preceding her through a group of slack-jawed teenage boys. Today she wore a buttery halter top that cradled the underside of each pale breast, amplifying their size and impossible roundness. She carried a few small shopping bags, looking utterly unfazed by her smothering assets. I ducked behind a kiosk, pulse racing. It couldn't be a coincidence seeing her twice - was fate trying to bring us together?

This time I summoned the courage to follow her at a distance, mesmerized by the quiver and bounce of her breasts. After several minutes she disappeared into a lingerie shop, and I loitered awkwardly outside, trying to peer through the window. Before long she emerged, an impish smile on her face as she tucked a small pink bag into one of her larger totes. Probably something to wrangle those melons into, I mused. 

As she walked away, I made my move. "Excuse me, miss?" She turned, looking momentarily startled. Up close, her beauty was even more disarming. Doe eyes and a button nose paired with pouty lips and flawless skin. It took me a moment to find my voice.

"I'm sorry, this is going to sound strange, but I saw you at the airport last week and I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since." I flushed, waiting for her response. 

To my surprise, her face lit up with recognition. "The airport? Oh my gosh, I remember you!" Her voice was musical, girlish. "You were staring at my girls here pretty hard, huh?" She hefted her mammoth chest with a giggle.

I rubbed my neck, embarrassed at being called out. "I, uh, guess I was. Sorry about that. I've just never seen, um...assets quite like yours." 

She tipped her head back and laughed, the movement sending ripples through her packed cleavage. "It's ok, I get that a lot! You'd be amazed how much attention these puppies get me. I'm Claire, by the way." She stuck out a dainty hand.

I took it, marveling at the contrast between her soft skin and the taut flesh of her breasts. "Nice to meet you, Claire. I'm James."

Over coffee, the full story emerged. Claire was a small town girl with big dreams of modeling and glamour. Tired of being overlooked, she had saved up all her money from waiting tables to get her first breast augmentation at 18. 300ccs had transformed her from flat as a board to a modest but eye-catching C cup. But it wasn't enough for the competitive world of modeling and Instagram influencers. 

At 20, Claire went under the knife again, this time for 500cc implants that took her to a full D. A year later, she pushed her surgeon to the limit with 700ccs, bringing her to an eye-popping DD cup on her 5' 3" frame. 

"After that, I still wanted to go bigger, but no local surgeons would touch me," Claire explained, idly stroking the taut skin of her inflated cleavage. "So I started doing some research online, and found Dr. Stevens. He's known for doing really huge work, like massive unders and overs."

"I flew out to see him for a consult, and get this - he didn't even bat an eye when I said I wanted to get up to 1500ccs!" She giggled. "He ordered a custom set of mega-implants for me, 1100ccs each. The surgery was pretty intense - he warned me I'd be really sore and swollen for weeks. But so worth it!"

Claire leaned forward conspiratorially, her engorged breasts resting on the table between us. "Wanna see how they turned out?" Before I could respond, she had already peeled off her halter top, unleashing her naked breasts mere inches from my face. 

I gasped, taking in the intricate web of faint veins blossoming across each mound, nipples stretched wide and pancake thin. The rippling flesh tapered smoothly into her petite ribs, rippling slightly with each breath. She grinned, clearly relishing my reaction. 

"Go ahead, give em a feel! I don't mind." Tentatively I reached out, gently cupping the rounded underside of each bloated orb. The skin was hot and silky smooth, but very firm and unyielding to the touch. I guessed each one had to weigh at least 8 or 9 pounds. 

"Pretty crazy, huh?" Claire said proudly as she slipped her top back on, adjusting her breasts into the cups with mild difficulty. "Chances are I'm the biggest set of boobs in this whole town thanks to those puppies. And the attention I get is wild! I'm hoping this will be my ticket to hitting it big."

I sat back, mind reeling. This vivacious, outspoken girl had just met me, yet here she was, sharing her most intimate aspirations and letting me cop a feel of her augmented assets without hesitation. I was fallng for her, hard. But I tried to play it cool.

"They're really something else, Claire. You're like an anime character brought to life, in the best possible way. I hope you achieve all your dreams." I meant every word.

Over the next few months, Claire and I grew close. She was charming, warm, irrepressible - the perfect counterpoint to my more subdued nature. And her passion for her blossoming modeling career was infectious. She carried her inflated 1,100cc breasts with pride, relishing the constant attention from men and women alike. Around me she was comfortable going braless, letting her huge breasts shift and quake unrestrained by anything more than a flimsy camisole. 

One night, she arrived on my doorstep literally bouncing with excitement. "James, you'll never believe it! I got an offer to be a featured model on ExpandBabes!" Seeing my blank look, she explained "It's a glamour site for women with breast implants and expanders. Members vote on models they want to see go bigger, and the site funds the procedures!"

My pulse quickened. Claire going even bigger? It was a dream come true. But I played it cool. "That's great, Claire! Will they be paying for your next surgery then?"

"Yup!" she squealed. "The fans already voted - they want me to get 1500cc expanders. I'll start small, but over time I can keep having them filled up for more shoots! Isn't that awesome?"

Awesome didn't begin to describe it. My head swam as I imagined the petite girl swelling larger and larger over time, her fans goading her on. 

"Well then, it sounds perfect. When's the surgery?" 

"Next week!" she exclaimed. "And I want you there when I wake up. You'll be the first one to see the new and improved girls!" Laughing, she grabbed my hand and pressed it to her already substantial bosom. "Don't worry, I'm not planning on getting that freakshow huge. Just nice and big and bouncy!"

The week crawled by at an agonizing pace. When finally the big day arrived, I was a bundle of nerves in the surgical waiting room. I shook the doctor's hand as he emerged to give me an update. "Everything went perfectly. We placed the 1500cc expanders with no trouble,  She's going to have a very impressive silhouette!"

At last I was allowed back to see Claire, who was just beginning to come to. Her eyes fluttered open when she heard my voice, still bleary from anesthesia. "Let's see em!" I teased. She grinned lazily.

I helped Claire sit up, and she languidly peeled back the surgical gown. My jaw dropped. Protruding from her slender chest were two hugely distended orbs, riding high and firm.

"Go ahead, touch!" Claire urged, her speech still slightly slurred. I complied, gently kneading the taut flesh. The upper swell was firm and immobile. She hummed contentedly. "I'm gonna make so much money with these, just you wait!"

Over the next few months, Claire's career as an ExpandBabe model skyrocketed. She adored being in the spotlight, playing up her outrageous proportions for the camera. Between shoots, she relaxed into a comfortable routine with me, spending long days lounging braless around my apartment, her inflated chest bare and firm. 

On the day her doctor cleared her for her first expander fill, Claire could barely contain her excitement. "The fans voted - they want me to go up 300ccs today!" She was practically vibrating as we drove to the clinic. I gave her a reassuring smile. "You're going to be stunning. But are you sure you can handle more so soon?" 

Claire waved off my concerns. "Are you kidding? These babies were made to be filled!" To prove her point, she peeled off her top, unleashing her tits in all their glory. The upper swell of each breast was already the size of a honeydew melon. The skin looked glossy and thin, milk blue veins crisscrossing the surface. She hefted their weight, hands spreading across the lower curve and cleavage. "I want to give my fans the most epic before and after possible. Just wait!"

In the exam room, Claire was nude to the waist, humming happily as the doctor carefully inserted the needle into the port of her right expander. I watched, enthralled, as Claire's already substantial cleavage began to swell, the upper portion of her breast gaining a shiny, overfilled appearance. After 150cc, they switched sides, inflating the left expander to match. Claire moaned softly. 

"You're already getting that telltale overfilled cleavage!" The doctor noted with satisfaction as he removed the empty syringes. Claire turned to me, hefting her bigger bosom. "Well, how do they look now?"

"Fucking incredible," I muttered, unable to tear my eyes away from the overflowing upper swell. The doctor chuckled. "I'd say that's a satisfied patient! No doubt your fans will be thrilled too. But let's give it some time before the next fill, ok?" Claire pouted adorably. "Fine, if you insist!"

Over the next several months, Claire's fame and breasts exploded in tandem. Her fills pushed the limits more and more - 100ccs, then 200. Each time I marveled at how she accommodated the added volume, skin stretching thinner, breasts swelling larger, firm and high. She never lost her ability to shock and awe me when she peeled off her top to reveal just how much more of her was breast than woman.

The months flew by in a blur of shoots, fill ups, and passion. After a final fill pushed Claire's expanders to an astonishing 2700ccs, the doctor insisted it was time to stop . Claire reluctantly agreed, basking in the obsession she inspired in hordes of fans - not to mention in me. 

As we lay tangled in each other's arms one night, her inflated chest heaving with exertion, I gazed at her in wonder. "You're so much more than I ever could have dreamed of finding." I murmured. 

Claire's eyes softened. She pressed a salty kiss to my lips. "You helped make my wildest fantasies come true. I love you."

My heart swelled fit to burst, just like her implants. "I love you too. Although..." I added with a cheeky grin, "I wouldn't say no if you ever decided to get those things filled up again."

Claire threw back her head and laughed, setting her pumped up bust to quaking wildly. She gave me a wink and a wicked smile. 

"Never say never."