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The Vegas Pool
🕑 Added 2023-06-25 05:15:48 +0000 UTCThe hot Vegas sun beat down on the massive pool at the Cosmopolitan, filled with revelers escaping the heat. Among the hordes of bikini-clad women lounging poolside, Jess stood out like a beacon. Her platinum blonde hair was pulled up into a high ponytail, and her curvaceous figure was poured into a tiny white bikini with a rose pattern that seemed painted on, barely containing her impossible curves.
Jess strode along the edge of the pool, acutely aware of the stares following her. It was a familiar sensation, one she had come to relish. Her impossible, cartoonish figure now seemed as natural to her as breathing, though she knew she was an object of fantasy and fascination.
It had started a year ago, with her first set of implants. 500cc saline implants that had seemed huge to her at the time, transforming her modest B-cups into voluptuous DDs that commanded attention. Her boyfriend Mark had paid for that first surgery, insisting her natural breasts were too small and she needed to be “enhanced” to keep up with the Vegas showgirls he lusted after. Jess had gone along to please him, unaware of the monster she was creating.
Those 500cc implants were just the beginning. Mark couldn’t get enough of Jess’s new figure, and kept pushing her to go bigger. “Think of how much more we’ll make in tips if you get up to an F cup!” he urged. Before she knew it, Jess was back under the knife, being fitted with 800cc implants that strained her skin and gave her a bombshell figure that turned every head.
The surgeries came fast and furious after that, spurred on by Mark’s obsession and the money they brought in. 1,200 ccs, then 1,600, and 2,000 - Jess’s implants grew at a breakneck pace, filling her with a mixture of excitement and trepidation at how far this would go. Her back ached constantly under the weight of her massive new chest, but she found herself addicted to the stares and attention nearly as much as Mark.
By the time Jess had reached 3,000 ccs, any semblance of normal life was gone. Her breasts were cartoonishly huge, distorted spheres that jutted straight out from her chest, anchored in place by the industrial-strength bras Mark had custom made for her. She could barely stand up straight under their immense weight. Yet she submitted again and again to Mark’s urges for “just one more surgery.”
Today, Jess staggered under the weight of her latest implants - a whopping 10,000 ccs, nearly 23 pounds of saline in each breast. They were obscenely huge, pale orbs that strained the confines of any garment and sloshed audibly with every movement. She was only 5’3” but with her massive implants, she seemed to tower over everyone in a room. The changes to her center of gravity required a complete relearning of movement and balance. But she persevered, driven on by the sea of stares and bulging eyes that followed her every step.
Jess spotted Mark at the bar, waving her over with his signature smirk. She knew that look, and felt a now-familiar blend of apprehension and arousal. “I think you’re ready for your next surgery,” Mark said, eyes locked hungrily on her chest. “I was thinking 12,000 ccs this time. The fans are demanding bigger and bigger, you know.”
Jess sighed, a familiar ache building between her shoulder blades already. But she also felt a rush of excitement at pushing her outrageous figure into uncharted territory once again.
Mark wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close so her massive breasts squished against his chest. His other hand slid up to grasp one firm, overfilled orb, fingers sinking deep into the pale flesh. “So what do you say, babe? You know they’ll never be big enough for me. Why stop now when we’ve come this far?”
Jess looked down at her chest, her massive implants bulging obscenely in her bikini top, a sight that still filled her with disbelief. But as impossible as it seemed, she knew Mark was right. They had gone too far to stop now.
She took a deep breath, steadying herself against the weight of her implants. “Okay, schedule the surgery. But you’d better order me a few new bikinis - these babies are about to get a whole lot bigger!”
Mark grinned, giving her fleshy orb a firm squeeze. Jess smiled back hesitantly, wondering just how much bigger she could get - and realizing with a mixture of fear and arousal that she was about to find out.
Comments
Matt in Cal
Big fan of Jess!
Implants Only
This one's right up my alley. Thanks so much!
