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The Race to Space
🕑 Added 2023-07-12 19:47:26 +0000 UTCCelina sat nervously in the sterile white room, fidgeting with the pen in her hand. Before her on the gleaming metal table lay two perfectly spherical implants, filled to capacity with 2200ccs of saline solution. She stared at them, still struggling to comprehend their massive size and what it would mean for her life once they were implanted into her chest.
She had come a long way from her first set of modest 300cc implants when she signed up for the Interstellar Colonization Program two years ago. Back then, she was focused on being selected as one of the colonists based solely on her qualifications - her PhDs in astrophysics and mechanical engineering. But the ISC's selection criteria had changed since then. Now, your value as a colonist was directly tied to your viewership and popularity on the ISC sponsored streams. And there was no hiding the fact that the more outrageous your appearance, the more viewers you received.
It had started innocently enough. A minor cosmetic surgery to enhance her assets before leaving Earth forever. The 600cc implants she got six months into the program had increased her viewership tenfold overnight. Before long, she was hooked on the thrill of going bigger, plowing through upgrade after upgrade in rapid succession. 800ccs, then 1200ccs, and finally 1600ccs over the past 18 months. Each time her viewership exploded as her outrageous proportions were beamed across the solar system. She became obsessed with the sensation of feeling her skin stretched to the limit, the heft on her front, the looks of shock on new viewers faces.
Now here she sat, about to take the next step on her path to stardom by joining the elite 2500cc club. A select group of only 12 other women had reached this size, and their. She knew these ludicrous implants were her ticket to being selected as a colonist. As she sat ponder she was about to take, a soft chime indicated someone was at the door.
"Come in," Celina said, her voice trembling slightly.
Dr. Myers, her longtime plastic surgeon, entered the room clutching her chart. "Are you ready Celina?" he asked warmly. She nodded, not trusting the next hour, Dr. Myers prepped her for surgery, answering her questions and providing reassurance. Soon she was being wheeled into the operating room, mammoth implants in tow. She took a deep breath as the anesthetic mask descended, sending her into darkness.
She awoke some time later, groggy and disoriented. As her vision came into focus, she glanced down at her chest. Even through the surgical wrap and bandages, she could see they were massive. Carefully, she sat up, gasping as she felt the weight on her chest shift. Just that subtle movement caused her tits to jiggle and wobble like overfilled water balloons. She reached a hand up gingerly to feel one of the huge orbs stuffed onto her 95 pound frame. It was firm yet supple, and absolutely enormous. She smiled. Soon her viewership would be through the roof, her popularity would be unmatched, and her selection to colonize the stars was all but guaranteed.
