Errand Day

The automatic doors slid open with a hiss, and Ava strode into the grocery store, tossing her hair over her shoulder. Her 1200cc implants strained against the thin fabric of her blue tank top, nipples protruding ever so slightly. She felt the familiar thrill of people staring, heard the whispers and gasps that followed her wherever she went these days.  

Ava grabbed a cart and set off down the aisles, keenly aware of how much space her new breasts took up. When Dr. Stevens had first suggested the experimental tissue expanders, she'd only wanted to go up to a C cup. But the doctor had gotten carried away, pushing her to her limits and beyond. Now, six months later, her expanders held over twice the volume he'd promised.

Her back ached under their weight, but she couldn't deny how much she loved her new shape. The stares, the power she felt over people - it was intoxicating. And Dr. Stevens had promised her the expanders could hold even more if she wanted to push further. 

Ava turned the corner into the produce section, nearly knocking over an older woman with her protruding chest. "Oh my, I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed. The woman just stared, mouth agape, unable to form a reply.  

As Ava selected apples and lettuce, she caught a group of teenage boys ogling her from the corner of her eye. She smiled to herself, leaning over to grab a cucumber from the lower shelf. The boys' eyes widened as her tank top gaped open, her huge implants threatening to spill out.

A flash went off, and Ava looked up to see one of the boys holding up a phone, having just snapped a picture. "Hey!" she shouted, but they had already taken off running, whooping with laughter. 

Ava sighed, stuffing the cucumber into her cart. She was used to people sneaking photos, filming her surreptitiously as she went about her day. Dr. Stevens said it came with the territory, a side effect of participating in his "groundbreaking study."  At least the photos usually ended up confined to obscure corners of the internet, unlike the headlines and talk show appearances some of the doctor's other subjects got.  

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At the checkout, Ava saw another familiar face - Jenny, the pretty blonde cashier who always waited on her. Jenny's eyes went wide as she took in Ava's breasts, even larger and rounder than last week. "Girl, you need to stop going to that doctor of yours," Jenny said. "One of these days those things are gonna explode!"

Ava just laughed, absently rubbing her tender chest. Jenny meant well, but she didn't understand - none of them did. The pain, the inconvenience, it was all worth it for moments like these, catching people off guard with her impossible curves.  

And besides, Dr. Stevens still thought she could handle more expansion. He wanted to push her to 1500cc at their next appointment, though Ava wasn't sure her skin could take it. But she knew she would go through with it anyway. The thrill of getting bigger and bigger was too addictive to give up now.  

Ava paid and headed for the exit, leaning forward slightly to counterbalance the weight of her breasts. The automatic doors opened with a hiss, and she strode out into the parking lot, 1200cc implants bouncing with every step.