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Implants for Xmas
🕑 Added 2023-09-16 05:19:29 +0000 UTCSarah awoke on Christmas morning cocooned in flannel pajamas, her body pleasantly warm under the thick down comforter. She stretched and yawned, the events of last night flooding back. Her boyfriend Steve had acted strangely all evening, disappearing frequently under the pretense of "preparing more surprises." She had tried to get him to reveal more, but he insisted everything would become clear on Christmas morning.
Now, the smell of gingerbread and sounds of Christmas music wafted up from downstairs. Sarah smiled, ready to unravel whatever Steve had been planning. She slipped out from under the covers, shivering slightly as her feet hit the cold wood floor. Padding to the closet, she pulled on a silk robe, the cool fabric skimming over her 300cc breasts. Steve had convinced her to get the implants just a few months after they started dating, insisting her petite frame deserved some curves. Now, a year later, they had become a natural part of her body, soft mounds that gently swelled her clothes.
Sarah tied the robe's sash around her tiny waist and headed downstairs, following the scents of cinnamon and pine. The Christmas tree twinkled in the corner, surrounded by a few gifts. Steve was in the kitchen whisking up his famous gingerbread pancakes. He grinned when he saw her.
"Merry Christmas beautiful!" He pulled her close, hands lingering on her curves. Sarah kissed him tenderly.
"So do I finally get to find out about these mysterious surprises?" She raised an eyebrow.
Steve laughed. "Eat first, then presents!"
They enjoyed a leisurely breakfast by the fireplace before Steve insisted it was time. He led her to the tree, selecting a large gift bag with her name on it. "I hope you like it," he said, a hint of nervousness in his voice. "I just know how much you love surprises."
Sarah eagerly pulled back the tissue paper and gasped as she uncovered a box from Dr. Morris, her plastic surgeon. Her eyes darted to Steve. "You didn't..."
"Open it!" He encouraged. Hands trembling, Sarah lifted the box lid. Inside, nestled in silk lining, were two clear bags - each containing a single, round silicone implant bigger than her head. Her jaw dropped as she read the sizing - 800cc. Nearly three times the size of her current 300cc implants.
"Steve...that's..." she stammered, heart racing.
"I know it's a big jump, but I've seen the way you look at bustier women. And I know you can handle it! You're going to look so sexy, babe." His voice dropped an octave on the word "sexy", his eyes dark.
Sarah bit her lip, imagining how it would feel to have those huge, foreign objects under her skin. She would go from a modest C cup to an eye-popping GG with this surgery. Everyone would stare and comment, knowing she had clearly gotten "work done."
Steve seemed to sense her hesitation. He tipped her chin up to look at him with one finger. "Hey, it's up to you. But just imagine how I'll feel touching those big new tits, knowing I gave them to you." His fingers lightly trailed down her neck, grazing the swells of her 300cc breasts. "Think of how your body will look, how clothes will fit totally different. You're going to love it, I just know it. But if you're not ready we can wait."
His words ignited a warmth low in Sarah's belly. She imagined sauntering around in a tiny bikini, breasts bulging from her petite frame...wearing elegant gowns with a dramatic cleavage...feeling Steve's strong hands explore her new curves. Maybe she was ready after all.
"Let's do it," she whispered, meeting his eyes. Steve's face lit up.
"That's my girl." He pulled her in for a deep kiss. "I already scheduled the surgery for next week. You won't regret this, I promise."
The week flew by in a blur of excitement and anticipation. Steve took care of Sarah tenderly, bringing her flowers and cooking all her favorite meals. The night before the surgery he gave her a massage, thanking her breathlessly for doing this. Sarah had never felt more desired.
At the hospital, Dr. Morris reviewed all the pre-op instructions. As he examined her petite frame, he raised his eyebrows. "Quite an ambitious jump from 300 to 800cc. But Steve insisted you were on board." He chuckled. "Well, let's get those beauties in and I know you'll be thrilled."
Sarah was glowing by the time the anesthesiologist arrived to wheel her into surgery. This was really happening. Soon she would have the chest she had only dreamed of, bigger than any swimsuit model. As she drifted off, her last thoughts were of Steve's hands caressing her new curves.
The first thing Sarah became aware of as she awoke was weight - a unfamiliar heaviness on her chest. She blinked against the harsh hospital lights, vision slowly coming into focus. Two giant masses rose from her chest under the hospital gown, almost reaching her chin. She gasped. They had done it - given her the huge implants she and Steve both craved.
Over the next week, Sarah got acquainted with her new 800cc breasts. They sat high and round on her petite frame, jutting straight out when she lay on her back. She loved watching them bounce and jiggle as she walked, defying gravity. The weight took some getting used to, but it was a delicious reminder of her sexy secret.
At her one week post-op, Dr. Morris beamed at his handiwork. "I have to say Steve, they came out even better than I imagined. Our Sarah here makes those 800cc's look like a natural part of her body." He turned to Sarah. "You must be thrilled!"
Sarah flushed, nodding as she imagined heads turning wherever she went. "I can't wait to show them off." Dr. Morris laughed knowingly, discharging her into Steve's eager hands. Life was about to get much more interesting. And Steve knew just what to get her for next Christmas.
