The Colony

Jenna sighed as she gazed out the window of her modest prefab home on the colony planet of New Venus. Her husband Jake was late again, no doubt caught up with work at the processing plant. As one of the leading agricultural engineers on the colony, Jake was constantly called away to deal with crises or streamline crop yields. 

Though New Venus had been terraformed to resemble a tropical paradise, complete with azure seas and verdant jungles, life as a colonist was hard work. Most days Jenna was left alone to maintain their home and tend to their allotted garden plot. She longed for more intimacy and excitement in their relationship, a respite from the daily grind of eking out an existence on this brave new world.

One evening, Jake returned home visibly distressed. “The bioengineered papaya crop has been hit by a fungus. We’ll have to re-sequence the genome to develop disease resistance. It’s going to mean long hours at the lab for the foreseeable future,” he said wearily.

Jenna felt a pang of disappointment, followed swiftly by determination. “I have an idea to take your mind off work and add some spark to our marriage,” she said with a sly smile. 

Jake looked puzzled. “Go on...”

“I want breast implants. 400 ccs to start. I’ve been reading up on the cosmetic surgery options available on colony and breast augmentation seems relatively straightforward. We could make it an...adventure of sorts, to rediscover our passion for each other.”

Jake was stunned into silence. His gaze drifted down to Jenna’s chest, as flat as the day they had married. They had always valued practicality and hard work over physical pleasures. 

Jenna mistook his silence for disapproval. “Forget I mentioned it, I don’t know what I was thinking,” she mumbled, turning away.

Jake grasped her shoulders gently but firmly. “No, it’s a fantastic idea. I want this as much as you do, my love. Let’s start right away.”

The next day they met with Dr. Lusardi, the colony’s chief cosmetic surgeon. “400 ccs is a modest size, perfectly safe to start with,” she reassured them. “Jenna, you should experience some soreness and tightness at first, but implants are quite comfortable once you heal. And in our low-gravity environment, you needn’t worry about sagging or back strain even with larger sizes.”

“Larger sizes?” asked Jenna hesitantly. Dr. Lusardi smiled and nodded at Jake. “Many couples get...carried away. I’ve done augmentations up to 2500 ccs and beyond. As long as you give yourself time to heal in between, the sky’s the limit!”

“Let’s start with... 500 ccs,” said Jake, ever so slightly pushing up the size. But deep down, visions of Jenna with impossibly large, perfectly spherical implants filled his mind.  

The surgery was a success. Jenna spent a week recovering, her chest sore and swollen, but was overjoyed with the results. Her previously flat chest now boasted large perky breasts. 

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Jake lavished attention on Jenna, massaging her tender new breasts and helping her choose alluring yet supportive lingerie to show them off. Their passion was reignited, and life seemed brighter. 

A month later, Dr. Lusardi approved Jenna for a fill to 700 ccs. “Most couples stop there, finding it a nice balance. But some find they...want to push further,” she said, a twinkle in her eye.

Jake squeezed Jenna’s hand. “What do you say, my dear? Shall we see how far is far enough?” Jenna was thrilled at the prospect of bigger and bigger breasts, of constantly surpassing her own limits. 

By the time the papaya crop had been saved, Jenna was up to 900 ccs. Her breasts sat high and perfectly round on her chest, the skin slightly taut. She took to wearing low cut, tightly fitted dresses when Jake came home, delighting in his breathless response. Their lovemaking became focused entirely on her immense implants - Jake lavishing them with kisses and squeezes, Jenna’s arousal heightened by their sensitivity and ponderous weight on her slender frame.  

At 1500 ccs, Jenna's implants surpassed all pretense of naturalness and verged on the obscene. They projected from her chest like overinflated volleyballs, the skin shiny and dimpled. Regular tasks required adjustment, but she felt a constant thrill having such an exaggerated feminine figure.  

She pleaded with Dr. Lusardi to take her up to the max. “1800 ccs is really stretching the limits of your skin’s elasticity,” warned the doctor.

Jake gazed at his wife’s hugely swollen breasts and knew that he would give anything to see them bigger still.  “If she wants to go bigger, then so do I,” he said. 

And so 2000 ccs it was. Jenna could no longer see her own feet around the massive implants that now dominated her slight frame. Her life became centered around their daily care - keeping them massaged and well-supported, choosing custom-made bras and dresses to flaunt their absurd size.  

Jake lavished Jenna with expensive gifts to embellish her new figure - bejeweled bras, designer dresses with plunging necklines. His obsession with their impossible enormity filled his every waking thought. 

Driven by passion, they continued scheduling bigger and bigger augmentations. Life narrowed to a single shared obsession, a yearning to fulfill never-ending fantasies of expansion, as society looked on with mingled feelings of awe, envy and distaste. But for Jake and Jenna, trapped in their own private world of implant-centric desire without limits, nothing else mattered but going bigger. Always bigger.