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Automated Fill Stations
🕑 Added 2023-07-19 18:35:17 +0000 UTCSarah gazed at her reflection in the full-length mirror, running her hands over the slight swells of her B-cup breasts. Today was her 18th birthday, and she could hardly contain her excitement. It was time for her to get her first set of expander implants, as was the tradition for all women when they came of age.
Sarah had been dreaming about this day for years. She remembered watching in awe as her older sister's small A-cup breasts gradually expanded into gorgeous DDs thanks to regular saline fills at the automated stations around town. The subtle but steady growth over several years was mesmerizing, her sister's ripeness and femininity blossoming before her eyes.
Now it was Sarah's turn, and she could barely sleep last night thinking about the possibilities that lay ahead. She didn't want to go too big too fast, but the idea of her petite breasts swelling over time into heavy, rounded curves thrilled her. She wanted the fullness, the cleavage, the sensation of weight on her chest - it was time to leave her flat-chested teenage body behind and step into womanhood.
The appointment was for 9am, and Sarah arrived early out of eagerness. The technician greeted her with a smile, admiring Sarah's youthful beauty. "Ready for your big day?" she asked, leading Sarah to the exam room. Sarah nodded, her stomach fluttering with anticipation.
After Changing into a gown, it was time. The technician helped Sarah lie back, explaining the numbing and anesthetic process. Soon Sarah's chest was prepped, and the surgeon arrived wielding the shiny implants. He made the small incisions and carefully maneuvered the empty sacs into place. The ports were positioned and everything double checked before it was time for the best part - the first fill.
Sarah watched in fascination as the doctor attached the tubing from the saline reservoir to the port in her right breast. She felt a coolness spreading through her implant as the first trickle of fluid entered the empty cavity. The doctor kept a close eye on the fill volume as he slowly depressed the plunger. 100cc...150cc...200cc...Sarah saw and felt her right breast swelling slightly, the upper mound beginning to form. By 330cc, it was definitely perkier and rounder, a hint of cleavage visible.
The doctor repeated the process on her left side, each push of saline subtly shifting the shape and size as Sarah's implant filled. She couldn't take her eyes off her chest, aroused by seeing the transformation taking place before her.
When both implants were filled to 330ccs, the doctor sat back. "I'd say that's a nice starting volume for your frame," he said. "We want to let your body adjust slowly. How does that feel?"
Sarah sat up cautiously. There was a tightness, a pleasant heaviness that hadn't been there before. Her breasts actually had weight, and jiggled when she moved. The feeling was indescribable. She grinned. "It feels perfect."
Over the next few weeks, Sarah took every opportunity to admire her newly enhanced chest, often spending long minutes posing and caressing in the mirror. She invested in new bras to accentuate her swelling cleavage, and thrilled at the attention she received from men in public. Her breasts were a secret only she knew - everyone else just saw the beautiful, busty woman she had become almost overnight.
Soon it was time for her first fill at the automated station. Sarah swung by after work, keyed in her patient ID and pressed her breasts into the molded cups on the front of the machine. She felt the familiar coolness as the saline flowed into the port, watching in the mirror as her breasts expanded slightly. 100cc today, just a subtle increase to 430ccs each. But Sarah knew this was only the beginning.
Over the next two years, Sarah continued her fills, increasing about 50-100cc every month or so, sometimes more if she was feeling particularly sexy. She lived for those heady weeks right after a fill, when her breasts were swollen and extra sensitive, nipples tingling at the lightest brush. She watched in awe as the ripe swell of her bosom blossoming before her eyes.
By the time Sarah turned 20, her breasts had reached 700ccs each - officially plunging her into the "huge implant" club. She only had to look down to see the proof - two round, bulging spheres that defied gravity and begged to be touched. They stretched her tops obscenely, drew stares and whistles when she went out. At this size, bras were mostly for show - there was no containing her new curves.
Laying back as the station filled her was an erotic thrill, seeing how much more her skin could take, how much fuller and tighter those gorgeous implants could get. She knew she was becoming obsessed, addicted to the sensation, to watching her body morph before her eyes. And she wanted more.
At 23, people openly gawked when Sarah walked by, her cartoonish 950cc chest announcing her presence from blocks away. She had stopped caring what anyone thought - she felt sexy, powerful, her super-sized breasts a testament to her beauty and womanhood. She delighted in tantalizing with cleavage revealing tops, smirking as eyes bulged and jaws dropped.
By 25, she had joined the 1500cc club, though you would have guessed even bigger from the outrageous, overfilled look of them. They towered on her petite frame, bulging up and out, impossibly spherical. She couldn't hide them if she tried, couldn't camouflage the fact that they were oh-so-fake. Sometimes she had to stop strangers just to let them feel, confirming yes they really were that large, all her, and she loved it.
For Sarah's 30th birthday, she decided it was time to go bigger than she - or anyone she knew - had ever gone. After months of preparation, she was ready for her biggest expansion yet. Strapped into the familiar machine, Sarah's breath quickened as the cool saline rushed in, watching inch by inch as her breasts ballooned larger, skin stretching tighter, spheres swelling fuller. She didn't stop this time at 100cc, or 200cc - this was the big one.
By the time she left, Sarah's implants were nearly doubled at 3000ccs each - the largest size the technicians had ever heard of. But Sarah took one look down at her erotically distended chest and knew she was just getting started. There were no limits for her anymore - she would keep filling until she was satisfied, no matter how overfilled she became.
In the years since, Sarah has dedicated her life to endlessly swelling her breasts to inconceivable proportions. Now at 35, after multiple large volume fills, she carries an unbelievable 8500ccs per breast, the overfilled saline spheres projecting cartoonishly from her slim frame. Her tits were wonderfully taut, veiny, and unmoving due to their sheer size and overfill level. To support the immense weight, she took to wearing a custom strapless bra at all times.
Sarah loved the shocked expressions whenever someone sees her bare chest for the first time, the awe and disbelief as they struggle to comprehend her size. She knew she'd become a living legend, her followers lining up to watch her latest fills, jostling just to touch her mega-breasts as they expand ever bigger. But she's knew she'd never be done - her skin continuing to adapt, continuing to stretch and strain to accommodate the gallons of saline pumped in. The world had never seen implants this size, but she's was determined to keep pushing the limits, to see just how massive she can become.
Comments
FakerTheBetter
Thanks for the compliment! And Argh! didn't notice that til now -- mustve been distracted by something haha
Implants Only
Main photo seems to have an extra limb (assuming that arms are behind her back). You make the bar-none best/sexiest waists.
Ebib
Wow this is insane, hands down you keep getting better.
