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Spring is in the air (Archived Story)
🕑 Added 2023-07-29 18:56:32 +0000 UTCThe woods behind Yvonne's country house were ablaze with the light greens of sprintime. She set up her tripod and camera in a clearing she often used for bird watching, adjusting the timer so she could take full body photos of herself to document her transformation. At 26, Yvonne was slender and fit, with delicate features and pale skin. Her auburn hair fell in waves over her shoulders, framing a face with high cheekbones and sea-green eyes.
Yvonne smiled at the camera, running her hands over the silk blouse she had chosen for the occasion. It was the same shirt she had worn for her first set of photos over a year ago, when she was still flat-chested. The silk had strained over her 400cc implants, showing the shape of the modest mounds beneath. But today, she had just left the doctor's office with a new set of 800cc implants nestled in her chest.
Her hands trembled as she started the timer and walked over to stand in front of the camera. She took a deep breath, feeling the weight of her new breasts pull at her skin. Her chest felt full and heavy at the same time. The sensation of having the silicone orbs inside her was strange but exhilarating. She placed her hands under her breasts and lifted them, gasping at how much they had grown.
The camera flashed, capturing her look of awe as she explored her new shape. Yvonne walked over to check the photo, her breath catching as she took in the sight of herself. The silk blouse strained to contain her new curves, buttons gaping to reveal the tops of her breasts. She ran her hands over the taut fabric, feeling the outline of her implants beneath. Her new size seemed almost obscene compared to her slender frame, yet she loved how womanly and sensual she looked.
Yvonne spent over an hour taking photos, unable to get enough of her voluptuous new figure. The feeling of fullness in her chest was intensely erotic, the weight and fullness of her implants a constant reminder of her transformation. She knew she should stop, but she craved more photos, more chances to see herself so dramatically changed. Her obsession with her growth frightened her at times, but she reasoned that she was still adjusting to such a big change in her appearance.
When Yvonne finally packed up her camera gear, the sun was setting behind the trees. She walked slowly back to her house, acutely aware of how her new breasts bounced and swayed with each step. The chilly spring air made her nipples pucker against the silk of her blouse, the sensation shooting straight to the warmth between her legs. She paused on her porch, leaning against the railing as she gazed out at the darkening woods. Her hands moved of their own accord, cupping her new breasts through the thin fabric of her shirt. She moaned softly, kneading and massaging her sensitive flesh.
The sound of an approaching car startled Yvonne out of her reverie. She hurried into the house, her skin flushed with arousal and embarrassment at being caught in such an intimate moment. Her nosy neighbor Mrs. Clark was always looking for gossip about the "eccentric young woman living alone in that big house." Yvonne leaned against the front door, waiting for her pounding heart to slow. She knew she would have to be more discreet in exploring her new shape. But for now, she longed to free her new breasts from their silk confines and spend the evening learning their curves by touch.
Yvonne smiled, already imagining her next photo shoot and realizing with a thrill that 800cc was just the beginning. She was hooked on her transformation, addicted to the feeling of growth and the power her new shape gave her. Her obsession frightened her at times, but she reasoned that she was still adjusting to such a big change. She knew these photos weren't the last in the series.
