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Office Crush
🕑 Added 2024-04-02 18:09:23 +0000 UTCIt started subtly, almost imperceptibly. Kevin, a middle management drone in a nondescript corporate hive, found himself doing double-takes at the water cooler. Emma, the office crush with fiery red locks and a quick wit, somehow seemed different. More... pronounced. Kevin chalked it up to a change in wardrobe or perhaps a new diet that was miraculously redistributing her assets, specifically around her chest area. She couldn't have, could she? Kevin mused, trying to sneak glances without coming off as a complete creep.
He remembered the rumors about a little vacation Emma took. A week off the grid with no social media posts to hint at her whereabouts. The Emma that returned was... buoyant. "Maybe she's just really rested," Kevin told himself, despite his growing suspicion of a saline intervention.
Initially, Emma's potential augmentation was like a phantom – you'd miss it if you weren't looking closely, especially under the conservative blouses and high-neck sweaters she favored. Kevin estimated a modest 350cc increase – not that he was an expert, of course. But it was enough to ignite whispers around the office, fueling Kevin's curiosity and stirring a mix of disbelief and admiration.
As the months rolled by, any ambiguity surrounding Emma’s silhouette underwent a drastic transformation. Each Monday unveiled a slightly more voluptuous Emma, her growth a steady crescendo that rendered Kevin’s and everyone else’s initial skepticism laughable.
Kevin, who had thrown himself into online forums and become an amateur connoisseur of augmentation, watched Emma's progression with a mix of professional concern and personal intrigue. By his calculations, she was adding significant volume with every visit to her surgeon, easily surpassing the 2000cc mark with no signs of slowing down. His fixation on Emma's transformation began to outweigh his focus on quarterly reports and client emails.
Each appearance Emma made around the office became an event in itself. Kevin noted the subtle shifts in her wardrobe as she transitioned from concealing to flaunting her increasingly pronounced curves. The once conservative dresses gave way to tailored blouses that struggled to contain her ample chest, hinting at the saline spheres that had become the talk of the water cooler – and beyond.
By the time Emma soared past the 5000cc milestone, her presence in the office was nothing short of gravitational. Desks were rearranged to get a better look at her new dimensions. Emma, ever the professional, seemed to take her burgeoning silhouette in stride, addressing her metamorphosis with humor and a hint of pride. Kevin overheard conversations and caught snippets of Emma's banter about the logistical challenges of finding bras and the physics-defying feats required to manage day-to-day tasks with her enhanced physique.
At the 8000cc estimation, Emma was more than an office anomaly; she was a phenomenon. Kevin, caught between awe and concern, wondered about the implications of Emma's relentless pursuit of augmentation. Office productivity plummeted as Emma's appearances became spectacles, her every movement watched with bated breath by a captivated audience.
Still, Emma thrived, undeterred by whispers and stares. Her confidence seemed to swell in tandem with her breasts.
It wasn't until the office Christmas party, 18 months after Emma's transformation began, that Kevin finally mustered the courage to confront the elephant (or should we say, the zeppelin) in the room. The party, buzzing with drunken merriment and tacky holiday music, offered a backdrop of casual intimacy that Kevin had been waiting for.
Emma, radiant in a custom-fitted red dress that accentuated her proportions to the Nth degree, was the center of attention, her laugh echoing above the festive din. Kevin, bolstered by a couple of eggnogs and the festive spirit, sidled up to her.
"Emma," he started, his voice a mix of admiration and incredulity. "I've got to know... Why? Why keep going?"
Emma, sipping her drink, turned to him with a smile that warmed him to his core. "Kevin," she began, her tone equal parts earnest and playful, "why do people climb mountains? Why do artists create? Why do we chase dreams that seem out of reach?"
Kevin blinked, taken aback by the philosophical turn the conversation had taken.
"Because it's a part of who we are," she continued, her eyes twinkling. "We're driven to push boundaries, to see just how far we can go. For me, this," she gestured to her lavish curves, "is about breaking limits. It's about owning my body and my choices in the most visible way possible."
Kevin was speechless. Emma's explanation, delivered with such genuine passion, shifted his perception.
"Plus," Emma added with a wink, "it's incredibly fun to see how the world adapts to me, instead of the other way around."
The party rolled on, but Kevin found himself in a reflective mood. As the night drew to a close, and Kevin watched Emma navigate the crowd, her laughter ringing out like a bell of liberation, he realized he had witnessed something profoundly beautiful. Emma's relentless pursuit of her dreams, however unconventional, was a reminder to all: to redefine boundaries, to embrace one's truth, and above all, to live expansively, no matter the cc's involved.
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Implants Only
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FakerTheBetter
and now it is a story
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Well, it was the start of a story.
