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Matching Her Curves
🕑 Added 2023-07-24 23:56:29 +0000 UTCClaire stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror, running her hands gently over the tight, swollen mounds that were now her breasts. Though she had gotten her first set of implants nearly two years ago, she still wasn’t quite used to seeing herself like this - so visibly, exaggeratedly, fake.
What had started as a modest 300cc enlargement had slowly but steadily grown into something much, much bigger. She now sported a whopping 1400cc implants, each breast a perfectly round orb stuffed with saline solution. On her petite frame, they looked absurdly, cartoonishly large - but Claire loved the way they made her stand out.
It had all begun when she first met her girlfriend, Alexandra. Alex was a stunning, voluptuous beauty with a personal style just as bold and eye-catching as her looks. She carried herself with a quiet confidence that Claire, who had always been shy and introverted, found utterly magnetic.
From their very first date, it was clear that Alex loved and took pride in her own naturally full breasts - and seemed to appreciate Claire’s modest assets as well. But Claire couldn’t help feeling self-conscious next to Alex’s natural curves, no matter how often Alex told her she was perfect as she was.
And so an idea had taken hold in Claire’s mind - maybe she could get a little boost to help bridge the gap between them. Nothing too extreme, just enough to balance out her figure and give her some of the confidence that seemed to radiate from Alex so effortlessly.
On their six month anniversary, over a romantic dinner complete with candles and flowers, Claire shyly told Alex her plan. “I’ve been thinking about getting breast implants. Just a small pair, 300ccs, to balance me out a bit. What...what do you think?”
Alex paused, considering Claire with her piercing green eyes that always seemed to look right through to her soul. For a moment Claire was worried Alex would be against the idea, would tell her she was perfect as she was.
But then a slow smile spread across Alex’s face. “I think that’s a wonderful idea, darling. I’ll support you no matter what you decide, but I agree - a tasteful enlargement could help give you the confidence I see you have inside. Let’s make an appointment for a consult!”
Claire was overjoyed by Alex’s wholehearted support. The next week, they went hand in hand to meet with a plastic surgeon, who assured Claire that 300cc would be a very reasonable starting size. The doctor even suggested going slightly bigger, up to 350cc, but Claire insisted on staying conservative. This was meant to be a subtle, natural-looking change, not anything radical.
The day of her surgery, Alex held her hand as she drifted off to sleep. When she woke up hours later, she was sore and disoriented, but Alex was there by her side. Over the next few days as she healed, Alex cared for her tenderly, changing her bandages and propping her up with pillows.
At her one week post-op appointment, the doctor removed the bandages. Claire gasped when she saw herself for the first time - she had cleavage! Her new breasts were perfectly rounded domes sitting high on her chest. They weren’t huge, but on her slim figure they looked noticeable and eye-catching. She turned to Alex with a radiant smile. “They’re perfect. Exactly what I wanted.”
And they were - for a time. But as the months passed, Claire began to notice just how modest her new 300cc breasts looked next to Alex’s natural curves. The difference wasn’t as pronounced as before, but it was still there, undermining Claire’s new confidence.
One night in bed, Claire whispered into the darkness, “I’ve been thinking about going a bit bigger next time. Like 400ccs, maybe even 500. Nothing major, but just enough to get me a little closer to your level, you know?”
Alex rolled over and pulled Claire into an embrace. “Of course, my love. This is your journey, I’m here to support you wherever it leads. If you want to go bigger, let’s start planning your next surgery.”
Six months later, Claire went under the knife again, this time for 450cc implants. She had decided to split the difference between 400 and 500. The recovery was a bit harder this time, and her breasts stayed sore and swollen for weeks. But when they settled into place, Claire was stunned by the difference.
Gone were her modest, natural-looking 300cc breasts. These new 450cc orbs looked obviously augmented, sitting high and round on her chest. Her cleavage was enhanced and clothes that used to be loose in the bust now strained to contain her expanded curves. She felt sexier and more confident than ever before.
Alex was incredibly supportive, constantly telling Claire how gorgeous and proportional she looked. Emboldened by Alex’s praise, Claire decided she wanted to keep going. Over the next two years, she and Alex returned to the plastic surgeon every six months. Each time, Claire went a little bigger - 550cc, then 700, then 900.
By the time she reached her current 1400cc implants, Claire’s entire lifestyle and identity had shifted to accommodate her increasingly massive chest. She wore custom-made bras and corsets to support her huge breasts. Her wardrobe transitioned to styles designed to show off maximum cleavage. And she garnered attention everywhere she went with her exaggerated, round curves.
Staring into the mirror now, Claire traced her fingers over the overfilled 1400cc orbs. There were faint stretch marks radiating out from the sides, and her nipples had expanded into wide, puffy areolas to match the scale of her new proportions. She knew she had gone from ordinary girl to bimbo glamor queen - but she relished her new identity.
As she turned to look at her breasts in profile, admiring their projection and perfect symmetry, Claire heard the front door open. Alex was home from work. Claire hurried to greet her girlfriend, whose eyes lit up when she saw Claire’s newly enlarged chest spilling out of her tiny bra.
“They look absolutely sensational, my love!” Alex said, kissing Claire deeply. “You’ve come so far on this journey, and you look sexier than I could have ever imagined. How do you feel?”
Claire beamed. “I feel incredible. My confidence is through the roof and I just love the way these make me stand out.” She jiggled her huge breasts with her hands, sending ripples through the taut flesh.
“I’m so proud of you, darling,” said Alex, her voice rich with emotion. “You’ve completely embraced becoming an exaggeration of your inner vixen.” She squeezed Claire’s breasts firmly, eliciting a gasp of delight.
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Ikitsumatatsu
It's the stretch marks that make it, whether it's the clothes or the implants... I'm reminded of the way Sakura Sena's perfect little funbags stretched when she laid on her side. A subtle sign of the effort she made to earn a place in our hearts.
