Miss Cosmos

Chapter 1

The shrill beep of her alarm clock startled Celeste awake. She fumbled to silence it, squinting against the sunlight streaming in through the curtains. As she sat up, the heavy weight on her chest reminded her of what day it was. 

Celeste gazed down at the two round orbs resting atop her slender frame. Her 300cc breast implants, gifts from her 18th birthday last year courtesy of her pageant momager. They were the smallest allowed in her pageant circuit, dwarfed by the massive enhancements sported by her competitors. But they were just the start of Celeste’s transformation. Because today was the day her investment in beauty would truly begin to pay off.

She rose gingerly, steadying the foreign swell of her chest. The implants had been an adjustment, but she was proud of the work she had put in on stage presence and poise to prevent them from being a distraction. Now it was time to take things to the next level. 

Celeste allowed herself an extravagant shower, massaging the vanilla macadamia body wash into lavish lather. Stepping out, she took her time smoothing argan oil into her silken hair and massaging serums and creams into her porcelain complexion. Her complex nightly beauty regimen was bearing fruit; her skin glowed dewy and flawless, not a blemish in sight.  

She slipped into an emerald lace bra and panty set, the demi cups perfectly showcasing her cleavage. Her momager always said green brought out the hint of gold in her hazel eyes. Over this she donned yoga pants and a form-fitting athletic top—an outfit chosen for both comfort and easy removal for her procedure. 

Downstairs, Celeste found a spread waiting: vegetable omelet, avocado toast, organic yogurt and fresh fruit. She couldn't stomach more than a few bites, her nerves making food unappealing. This was by far the biggest pageant event—and surgery—of her career. The stakes had never been higher.

The town car arrived right on time. Celeste took a deep breath, gazing up at the house that had been her haven these past 18 years. In a few short months she would leave it all behind, venturing to New York or Paris while her competitors languished in obscurity. That is, if today went according to plan.

The ride to the surgical center was a blur. Celeste recited affirmations in her mind, visualizing the perfect outcome. This would be the investment that catapulted her to superstardom. All of the work, all of the pain, had led to this moment. 

In pre-op, the nurses exclaimed over Celeste's silken hair and luminous complexion as they inserted her IV. "You're already so beautiful! Are you sure you need this surgery?" one asked.

Celeste fixed the nurse with a dazzling yet steely smile. "All investments have risks. Beauty demands sacrifice." 

Before long she was being wheeled into the operating room, the anesthesiologist fitting a mask over her nose and mouth. As the medication flowed into her veins, her affirmations became a jumbled murmur in her mind. The last thing she remembered was the masked face of the surgeon looming above her, scalpel glinting in the fluorescent light. Then, darkness.

Chapter 2 

Celeste drifted slowly back to consciousness, feeling as though she were rising up from the depths of a lake. As full awareness returned, she became cognizant of a heavy, throbbing ache in her chest. She blinked against the harsh lighting of the recovery room, steeling herself for what came next. 

Turning her head, Celeste found her mother already there, clutching her hand. 

"You made it through, darling. Dr. Roberts said everything went perfectly." Her momager leaned in and pressed a kiss to Celeste's forehead. "Just wait until you see them. Your investment is going to pay off in ways we never dreamed!"

Celeste managed a weak smile. "I want to see." 

Her momager eased Celeste into a seated position, slipping an extra pillow behind her back for support. Celeste looked down and gasped. 

Resting atop her slender frame were two immense, round orbs, so large they obscured her view of anything below. The 1500cc silicone implants appeared swollen and taught, dwarfing her previous 300cc size. Celeste raised a shaky hand to her chest. The skin felt hot and tender, every breath a strain against their massive weight. But the size was exactly as planned. Phase two was complete. 

"They're perfect," she whispered. And they had to be, to win the Miss Cosmoscompetition next month. The gig would bring endorsements, celebrity status, magazine covers—everything she had worked for. Other contestants would be surgically enhanced, some even more extremely than Celeste. But none would match her flawless complexion, cascading chestnut hair and commanding stage presence. She had ensured that with years of training. 

Yes, they were perfect. Perfectly distended, disproportionate globes, stretched to the very limit of what her skin could contain. Celeste felt only cold satisfaction. 

Her momager dabbed at tears. "You are going to take the pageant world by storm, sweetheart. This investment is about to yield some major returns."

Celeste nodded, gritting her teeth against the ache in her stretched chest. Winning Miss Cosmos would be the culmination of endless hours of training, dieting, skincare treatments and now, drastic surgical enhancement. The work had been grueling, the sacrifice immense. But she was so close now she could taste it. The world and all its glamor awaited.

Chapter 3 

Backstage at the Miss Cosmos competition, chaos reigned as contestants raced through hair, makeup and costume changes. But in Celeste's corner, a serene focus prevailed. She sat stone-faced as her glam squad tweezed, smoothed, curled and brushed. Layers of concealer, foundation, blush and highlighter transformed her into a flawless mask. The finishing touch was a deep burgundy lipstick, applied precisely on her plumped pout.

The custom gown clung to every curve, its sweetheart neckline plunging low to display her bountiful cleavage. Celeste turned to examine the final product in the mirror, relishing her hourglass silhouette. Though still tender, her 1500cc implants looked and felt spectacular after months of post-op recovery and massage. Catching the light with each movement, they served as the ultimate accessory to her ensemble, announcing her arrival as a force to be reckoned with. Other girls stole envious glances at her exaggerated contours.

A production assistant stopped by Celeste’s dressing area, blatantly ogling her bulging bust and exaggerated hips. “Five minute call for Ms. Celeste Irving! Please make your way backstage.”  

Celeste stood, visualized success, and glided effortlessly in six-inch heels to the staging area. One by one, she watched her competitors take the stage, displaying their own inflated, improbable bodies. The audience whooped and roared as one contestant with clearly overfilled 1000cc implants bounced down the runway, her breasts moving cartoonishly with each exaggerated step.  

Backstage, Celeste squared her shoulders beneath the impossible weight anchored to her chest. She had sculpted and molded her body to extreme proportions for this night—for this very moment. 

Her name was announced, and Celeste stepped onto the runway. Blinding spotlights illuminated each stride as she prowled the catwalk, hips swaying. With her exotic features, minuscule waist and preposterous implants, she was the epitome of the bombshell aesthetic taken to its extreme. For the swimsuit walk, she peeled off her silk robe to reveal a barely-there bikini strained to its limits across her inflated chest. Gasps and cheers echoed from the rapt audience.