Is there anything better than Underboob?

Ava leaned forward, staring critically at her reflection as she tugged on her favorite white crop top. The soft jersey fabric clung to her curvy figure, cut short to reveal several inches of toned midriff. But most eye-catching of all was the vast swath of underboob on display below the shirt’s snug neckline, her ample cleavage nearly pouring out of the tiny top. 

“Perfect,” Ava murmured, adjusting the shirt to maximize the exposed underside of her breasts. She had always loved the sexy, daring look of underboob, and over the years had perfected how to showcase it for maximum impact. Her latest breast augmentation six months ago had only increased the dramatic effect.

Throwing on artfully ripped jeans and golden bangle bracelets, Ava headed out to meet her girlfriends for dinner and dancing. She relished the attention her bold look would draw once they hit the clubs later that night.

Ever since her early 20’s, Ava’s bustline had been her trademark asset. Naturally petite-chested, she’d gotten her first set of modest 300cc implants at 21, boosting her from a small B cup to a full D. She loved how they made her feel womanly and sensual, and started exclusively wearing low-cut tops and push-up bras to show off her new curves.

When she wanted to land a promotion at her PR agency a few years later, Ava decided it was time to enhance her assets even further. She upgraded to 500cc implants, gasping in awe as the surgeon peeled away the bandages post-op to reveal her swollen, round F-cup breasts. They drew eyes everywhere she went, especially in her beloved underboob-revealing crop tops.

But it wasn't until Ava’s latest surgery that she truly achieved the bustline of her dreams. 

She had gone in planning a modest increase to 600cc implants. However, in the operating room, her longtime surgeon Dr. Miles had convinced her to seize the opportunity for even more dramatic volume. “You have the perfect petite frame to carry larger implants,” he’d urged. “With your lifestyle and fashion sense, I really think you’d be happiest going bigger. What do you say we throw in 800cc instead?”

In her eagerness for maximum impact, Ava had readily agreed. And when the bandages came off a week later, shebs bulging from her chest. Far surpassing any 600cc implants, these massive 800cc breasts were firm, high and round, jutting out and then curved upwards towards her chin. They looked and felt huge on her slim figure. 

Yet from the first moment she saw her new shape, Ava was in love. She watched in fascination as the hefty implants settled over the next few months, her skin stretching to accommodate their size. They gave her an impossibly voluptuous, top-heavy silhouette unlike anyone else. 

By the time Ava headed out with her friends six months post-op, she adored her new 800cc curves. She felt irresistibly sexy in the white cropped tank top stretched tight over her bulging cleavage. The daring shirt could barely contain the swelling rounds of breast flesh as she walked, her nipples just barely covered by the increasingly insufficient fabric.  

All night at the clubs, eyes were glued to Ava, especially the vast expanse of breast revealed by her tiny shirt. Both men and women gawked in a mix of lust and envy as she danced, her huge implants bouncing and swaying. She caught admiring looks at the bar as she stretched her arms above her, her 800cc curves emerging from under her top.

Ava was in her element, intoxicated by the attention her dramatic new shape commanded. She wondered how much more of a sensation even bigger implants could cause. As she danced with abandon, cleavage heaving, Ava knew one thing for sure - 800cc was just the beginning.  

Over the next two years, Ava's bustline continued expanding at a rapid pace. After seeing how much she loved her 800cc breasts, Dr. Miles was happy to accommodate Ava’s hunger for greater and greater volume. He expertly placed larger implant after larger implant, until Ava’s slim physique was bursting at the seams with silicone.

At 1200cc, Ava’s breasts became downright huge, each one over 2 pounds. They sat high and proud on her chest, jiggling wildly during aerobics class despite her sturdiest sports bra. 

At 1600cc, she started spilling out of bikini tops, drawing shocked stares on the beach. She just giggled and stretched out comfortably, enjoying the sensation of weight and fullness on her front. 

When Ava hit 2000cc, she could no longer find bras or dresses that contained her bulging curves. Everything had to be custom made to harness her expanding bustline. She happily flaunted the overflowing cleavage and massive underboob enabled by her beloved arsenal of tiny crop tops.

And all the while, the now threadbare white cropped tank top remained a staple in Ava’s wardrobe. As her implants progressively grew, the sexy shirt simply showed off more and more underboob real estate. The soft, stretched-out neckline plunged perilously low on her inflated chest.

By the time she approached her 30th birthday, Ava’s bust size was unprecedented. At a petite 5’3” with whopping 3500cc implants, she carried  pounds of salinebetween her slim shoulders. Her implants were comically large on her small frame, dwarfing her waist and stretching her skin taut. 

Yet Ava had never felt sexier. She ran her hands over the smooth rounds of silicone flesh erupting from her chest, topped by puffy nipples the size of pancakes. This was her body, her shape, and she flaunted every inch of it. 

Which is how she found herself back in Dr. Miles’ office on the morning of her 30th birthday. Today he would be placing the long-awaited 4000cc implants she had been dreaming about for years. 

“Are you ready for your big day?” Dr. Miles asked with a smile, snapping on his latex gloves. 

Ava just grinned and lifted her sagging breasts with both hands, eager to unload the massive weight. “These have served me well, but it’s time. Let’s get huge!”

Lying back on the operating table a short while later, Ava could feel her heart racing with anticipation. Soon she would have the world-class bustline she had always envisioned for herself. As Dr. Miles readied the anesthesia mask, Ava slipped off her trusty white tank top up over the quivering masses of her 3500cc breasts. 

“See you on the other side,” she murmured dreamily to her breasts as the anesthesia swept her under. “Next stop, 4000...”

Hours later, Ava drifted awake to find herself alone in the recovery room, her chest tightly wrapped in surgical bandages. She could already feel the added weight and volume on her front - Dr. Miles had done it! Easing herself upright with a grunt, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and shuffled to the mirror, clutching the IV drip stand for support. 

Ava could hardly contain her excitement as she slowly unwound the gauze encasing her new shape. The anticipation had been building for so long. Finally the last strip fell away, and she found herself face-to-face with the bustline of her fantasies. 

“Oh my god,” Ava breathed, tears springing to her eyes. Her slim chest was utterly dominated by two plump spheres of feminine flesh, swollen and round, capped with saucer-sized areolas. The 4000cc mega-implants sat perched atop her ribcage, riding high and proud and jutting cartoonishly forward. 

Gingerly Ava lifted the ponderous breasts with both hands, shocked at their new mind-boggling weight and fullness. They had a solid, bolted-on look on her petite frame. 

Turning to the side, her new enormity was even more obvious in profile. The huge implants projected a full foot off her chest, curving upwards into perfectly round orbs of smooth, taut silicone. Most women would be terrified by such unnatural proportions. For Ava, it was a dream realized.