Peer Pressure

Jillian glanced at herself in the mirror, smoothing her pink underwear over her newly augmented breasts. At 350cc, they were larger than she had initially planned, but Caroline had insisted she "go big or go home". 

"Well?" Caroline called from the bed, her enormous 3000cc silicone globes straining against her light blue bra. "Don't keep us in suspense! How do they look?" 

Jillian turned, showing off her new C cup chest. Caroline clasped her hands together in delight. "Gorgeous! A perfect start."

Jennifer rolled her eyes from her spot on the sofa, idly toying with her 550cc implants. "You realize Jillian can't just keep getting bigger surgeries forever, right? Normal people tend to stop somewhere."

Caroline snorted. "You're just jealous yours aren't as big." She gave Jennifer a playful shove. "Admit it, you wish you'd gone bigger when you had the chance!"

Jennifer laughed. "Maybe, but I can actually fit into a normal bra." She looked at Jillian kindly. "Don't let Caroline pressure you. Those implants suit you just fine."

Jillian blushed, touching her new breasts self-consciously. The truth was, she was already eager to go back under the knife. There was something thrilling about the idea of having impossibly large, exaggerated curves. But Caroline's bulging 3000cc chest also intimidated her. Could she really handle implants that massive?  

Caroline rolled her eyes at Jennifer. "Okay, grandma. Some of us actually want to push boundaries." She grabbed Jillian's hands excitedly. "I know a great surgeon - we could go next week if you want." 

"I-" Jillian began, hesitating. Part of her did want to go bigger, to experience more extreme transformations. But she was still adjusting to her first augmentation. "Let me think about it," she said finally.

Caroline nodded understandingly. "Of course. No pressure." She winked conspiratorially. "But I know you'll make the right choice."

Over the next few weeks, Jillian grew increasingly enamored with her new bust. Although only 350cc, her breasts sat high and firm on her chest, ballooning out her tops in an overtly artificial but thrilling manner. Every time she caught sight of herself in the mirror, she imagined going even larger - 2000cc, 3000cc, more. The idea of having breasts that distorted her petite frame began to consume her thoughts. 

Finally, she gave in. "I'm ready," she told Caroline, who whooped with delight.