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The Motel Pool
🕑 Added 2023-09-10 23:00:02 +0000 UTCKatie stared out the grease-smeared window of her motel room, watching the woman by the pool below. Even from this distance, Katie could see the exaggerated bounce and jiggle of the woman's cartoonishly large breasts as she swam laps in the deserted pool.
Katie felt an unexpected pang of envy at the sight. All her life she had been flat-chested and self conscious about it, padding her A-cup bras and avoiding clingy tops that would reveal her boyish figure. She was petite and slender, with delicate shoulders and collar bones that she had always felt drew too much attention to her lack of feminine curves.
But this mystery woman clearly had curves in spades. Her breast implants must have been absolutely massive to create that much bounce and sway with each stroke as she swam, even contained in what was surely an industrial strength sports bra. They were likely over 1000cc each, Katie estimated as she watched, transfixed. Maybe even as big as 2000cc, the upper limit of what most surgeons would allow. Who was this buxom bombshell with her basketball-sized bust, and what was she doing at this crummy pay-by-the-hour motel?
Just then, the woman reached the end of the pool and stood up, rising slowly from the water like a technicolor version of Ursula Andress in that iconic Bond scene. As she emerged, the true scale of her implants became apparent. Katie gasped aloud, one hand flying to her mouth. Each breast was easily the size of the woman's head, jutting out wider than her slender hips in a way that seemed gravity-defying on her petite frame. They stood out firm and round, barely moving as she walked slowly towards Katie's side of the pool.
Katie felt a now-familiar warmth growing between her legs as she took in the impossibly voluptuous sight. The woman's skimpy bikini top was stretched to its limits, the minuscule triangles of fabric barely able to cover her swollen areolas. Her breasts threatened to spill out at any moment. Katie was no prude, but the idea of getting implants herself had always seemed unnecessary, even vain. Now, she found herself mesmerized, picturing what it would feel like to carry that kind of eye-popping volume on her own slender chest.
Shaking her head to dismiss the thought, Katie reluctantly pulled herself away from the window. She had an early flight back home in the morning. As she prepared for bed, the image of the busty, mysterious woman stayed lodged in her mind. Who was she? Why was she here? And most of all, how on earth was she able to walk upright under the weight of those cartoonish implants?
Katie's dreams that night were filled with visions of herself walking along the beach, laughing and playful as she struggled to balance enormous, wobbling breasts on her petite frame. The salty ocean breeze whipped through her hair as she staggered and stumbled, delighting in the exaggerated bounce and sway of her new curves, so different than the straight, flat lines of her real body. She woke with a smile on her face, the image lingering even after she opened her eyes.
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Very hot story. Great imagery. I'd hoped that the dream, was of the busty stranger surprising the protagonist at the ice machine, picking her up, and her own even-more erotic teasing whilst in bed - about what she had done to herself, how much she enjoyed squeezing into old clothes that no longer fit such as that very bikini top, how Katie was feeling at that very moment - turning her on more and more as Katie masturbated, and just as she was about to cum, revealing that she had already scheduled another surgery to over 4,000 cc's.
