40 Stories Up

Chapter 1 

Maeve leaned against the railing, gazing out across the gleaming cityscape as the sunset bathed the skyscrapers in golden light. Up here on the roof of the Delancey Building, the honks and chatter of the streets below faded to a distant hum. She took a deep breath, relishing the solitude high above it all.

A breeze fluttered Maeve's blonde hair as she looked down at the ant-sized cars 40 stories below. She adjusted the straps of her grey tank top, straining to contain her recently enlarged bust. Just six weeks ago, Maeve had been an aspiring model with a modest B cup chest that blended into the crowd. Now, thanks to a clerical error by her surgeon, she sported a pair of cartoonishly huge 4000cc breast implants. Their immense weight strained the straps of any top she tried to wear. 

She still remembered waking up from surgery, blinking in disbelief at the pair of overinflated beach balls sitting high and firm on her chest. The implants were stuffed to capacity, swollen tight as overfilled water balloons. At first she had panicked, convinced the surgeon had ruined her life. But over the past month and a half, she had grown accustomed to their mind-boggling size and projection. She had even come to appreciate the constant strain on her back and the lewd stares her preposterous proportions drew everywhere she went. Already, her Instagram following had quintupled, and she was fielding offers for modeling gigs she previously never could have qualified for. It seemed her surgeon's egregious mistake had launched the career she always dreamed of.

Maeve smiled, giving her overloaded bust a gentle bounce. Down below, the streets were clogged with commuters rushing obliviously home. None of them had any idea about the buxom bombshell observing them from her perch atop the city. She imagined how shocked they would be if they had any clue what was happening 40 stories above their heads.

With a contented sigh, Maeve hoisted her heavy implants back up and headed for the roof exit and the long trek back to her ground-level apartment. The building's elevators were undergoing repairs, forcing her to take the stairs. She groaned inwardly, knowing the 40 flights of steps were going to be torturous with her new top-heavy hourglass figure. But it was a small price to pay for the thrills and perks that her ridiculous new dimensions brought. 

Chapter 2

Maeve stepped out of the cab and looked up at the Delancey Building, steeling herself for the coming ordeal. Just one week after her first grueling 40 flight ascent to the roof, the building's elevators were still out of service. She dreaded having to repeat the experience, but she couldn't resist the urge to return to her private perch high above the city.

She made her way into the lobby, drawing shocked double takes from the security guards as her overinflated chest preceded her through the metal detectors. She was used to those looks by now, having to navigate crowded subways and streets with her impossible proportions on full display. She simply kept head high, letting her inflated assets wobble and jiggle contained only by the overworked straps of her skimpy tops.

Reaching the stairwell, Maeve glanced down at her 4000cc implants and sighed. She hoisted the huge orbs upwards, relieving the pull on her back and shoulders momentarily. The immense weight made even a full day of walking exhausting, let alone 40 flights of stairs. But the roof and its panoramic views called to her. 

Step by labored step, pausing on each landing to catch her breath, Maeve ascended higher. With every floor, her overstuffed breasts grew heavier, her bra straps cutting deeper into her shoulders. Her back and knees screamed in protest, but she trudged on determinedly. 

By the 35th floor Maeve was dripping in sweat, her lungs burning, but the exit was finally in sight. She staggered the last few steps and pushed her way out onto the blissfully flat and empty rooftop, almost crying with relief. The breeze felt heavenly on her flushed skin.

Gingerly, she lowered herself onto a concrete bench facing the sunset and just breathed. Her shoulders relaxed as the strain eased, though her implants still throbbed and ached from their immense heft. She kneaded them gently, feeling how swollen and overfilled they remained. Briefly, she wondered if she was crazy for putting herself through this ordeal just for a nice view. 

But as she looked out once more at the golden hour sunlight illuminating the city, she knew she had made the right choice. Up here, far above the bustling streets, she found a sense of peace and perspective that made even her cartoonishly oversized chest seem small by comparison. Here, she was reminded of her own humble place in this vast, vibrant world that continued buzzing heedlessly along far below her.

With a tired but contented sigh, Maeve rose and turned to begin the long descent back to earth, her impossibly huge implants preceding her through the exit door. She was ready to rejoin the chaotic crowds down below, knowing she now carried within her a small kernel of the calm she had found 40 stories up.

Chapter 3 

The surgeon's eyes bugged as Maeve strolled into his office. She was a full 2 months overdue for her post-op appointment to reduce her implants back down to a manageable size. Yet here she was, her breasts even larger and more over-inflated than before.

"Maeve! I've been so worried, I thought something terrible must have happened," he sputtered. "Why didn't you come back to get those gigantic implants deflated?"  

Maeve smiled calmly as she settled into a chair. "I was going to initially. But over time, I realized I liked the way they look and feel." She placed her hands proudly beneath their pumped up mass. "So I decided not to reduce them after all."

The surgeon just gaped at her, seemingly at a loss for words. Maeve carried on breezily. "In fact, I was hoping we could schedule another surgery. I'm thinking 8000cc this time?"

The man blanched, choking on his tongue. "8-8000cc?! Maeve that's...that's dangerously excessive!" he stammered. "At 4000cc your health is already at serious risk. Anything larger..."

"Will get me a contract with Beaugard Lingerie, who saw my new proportions on Instagram and made me an offer," Maeve interjected smoothly. 

The surgeon sank weakly into his desk chair as Maeve calmly outlined the details of her prospective modeling gig. As shocking as her ambitions were, he recognized the determined set of her jaw and realized she would likely just find another, less scrupulous surgeon if he refused.