Tequila:1 Candi:0

The pounding bass thumped in Candi's ears as she stumbled through the writhing crowd of bodies, grasping at a half-empty bottle of tequila in one hand. Her other hand was busy trying to readjust the neckline of her skintight white bodysuit, which was perilously close to revealing the huge 800cc implants crammed beneath. 

Candi hadn't meant to get this drunk at her friend Carrie's bachelorette party. But after three rounds of shots with the other bridesmaids, followed by several sugary cocktails, her inhibitions had melted away. Now the music and pounding of her heart seemed to match the beating pulse of the implants swollen inside her chest. 

When Candi first met Carrie in college, she'd been flat as a board. But Carrie introduced her to a world of online fetish forums and chatrooms, opening her eyes to the erotic possibilities of breast expansion. At first, Candi only enjoyed reading the stories and looking at the photos. But soon, the idea of stuffing her own chest to impossible proportions obsessed her thoughts.

With Carrie's encouragement, Candi scheduled her first surgery. She asked the doctor for the biggest implants he felt she could handle as a petite, slim 22-year-old. To her shock, he agreed to 500cc saline implants. When the bandages came off, Candi squealed at the sight of her new perky, round breasts. But soon, 500cc didn't seem so big. She hungered to push further.

Over the next two years, Candi upsized three more times, gaining a full cup size with each operation. By the time Carrie announced her engagement, Candi sported an eye-popping 800cc bustline. Though she still had a trim, athletic figure, her breasts looked inflated and overfilled, as if they might pop with the slightest provocation. Carrie assured her they were magnificent.

Now, as Candi stumbled through the crowd, she caught sight of herself in a mirror. Her huge, rounded breasts seemed cartoonish on her small frame, the skin stretched drum-tight and shiny over their implausible mass. But her drunken state and the thumping music only amplified her arousal at the sight. 

Too distracted to watch where she was going, Candi tripped and fell forward onto the floor, the bottle of tequila slipping from her grip. As the room spun around her, she gave a final grope at her massive chest before everything went black.

***

Candi awoke with a pounding headache to find herself sprawled on the floor, surrounded by half-empty bottles. Her breasts felt swollen and tender under the constraining bodysuit, the skin so tight she could feel her racing pulse mirrored in her chest. 

“There you are!” Carrie knelt beside her, looking concerned. “I’ve been worried sick. Are you okay?”

Candi blinked up at her friend, memories of the night before slowly filtering back. “I think I just had too much tequila,” she said with a wince.

Carrie's eyes drifted down to Candi's magnificently overstuffed bustline, a sly smile crossing her face. “Well, your girls certainly seemed to enjoy themselves last night. You should see all the likes and comments on your pics!”

Candi's eyes flew open wide. “My pics? What did you do, Carrie?”

Carrie giggled. “I may have posted a few shots of you passed out on the floor, tits front and center. My followers are obsessed! They’re begging to know how big you are now.”

Candi groaned, struggling to sit up as her ponderous 800cc breasts strained against gravity. Though alarmed by Carrie’s violation of her privacy, a part of her felt a thrill of excitement. Her lust for expansion seemed unquenchable, and the admiration of Carrie’s followers only stoked the flames. 

Carrie leaned in close, dropping her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “I was thinking, babe. You’ve been stuck at 800 long enough. Why not start dropping hints you’re ready to size up again? If the comments are anything to go by, my fans would pay good money to see you get even bigger.”

Candi's pulse quickened at the thought. Bigger. Always bigger. Her back ached from the massive implants, but her obsession drove her on. 

She turned to Carrie with a grin, her eyes gleaming. “Well then, I guess we'd better start planning my next operation!"

Carrie squealed and threw her arms around Candi, mindful of her tender, overfilled chest. The wedding preparations were forgotten as the two friends eagerly began plotting Candi's next breathtaking transformation.