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Mardi Gras
🕑 Added 2023-08-31 19:31:26 +0000 UTCBeads of sweat dripped down Violet's neck as she swayed her hips to the pounding beat of the parade music. All around her, revelers danced and whooped, consumed by the intoxicating energy of Mardi Gras. But Violet had another reason to feel excited - this was her first time at the notorious celebration since getting her new breast implants.
Just two months ago, Violet had been an A cup dreaming of something bigger. Though petite at just 5'3", she had always envied her bustier friends and longed for a chest that would turn heads. So on her 25th birthday, she finally took the plunge and got 350cc saline implants. After years of waiting and saving, the surgery was a dream come true.
But now, surrounded by the writhing crowds and riotous costumes of Mardi Gras, Violet was having second thoughts. Her new C cups were already drawing plenty of attention, but they seemed modest compared to the other women flashing their assets on Bourbon Street. Violet smiled as a group of drunk frat boys waved and whistled, but she couldn't help wondering if she should have gone just a little bigger.
As the parade float approached, Violet steeled herself. This was her chance to really show off her new figure! On the count of three, she whipped off her sequined halter top and bra, unleashing her perky implants for the ogling crowd. The reaction was immediate - raucous cheers and chants of "Nice tits!" along with a shower of beads raining down around her. Violet's heart pounded with nervous excitement as she cupped her breasts, giving them a little jiggle for good measure.
She had never felt so free and uninhibited! Buoyed by the crowd's enthusiasm, Violet blew kisses left and right, her new assets proudly on display. She had never felt sexier than she did in this moment, owning her sensuality at the world's most outrageous party. Soreness and modesty be damned - this was her chance to let loose!
As the parade passed, Violet scooped up armfuls of beads, grinning from ear to ear. She couldn't wait to tell her boyfriend Nick all about her wild exploits over drinks at Pat O'Brien's later. Though fairly conservative, Nick had fully supported her wish for implants, even helping pay for the surgery as a birthday gift. Violet had a feeling that once she described the crowd's reaction to her newly enhanced chest, Nick might start thinking a little bigger himself.
The rest of Mardi Gras passed in a blur of neon lights, dancing, and jubilation. But what Violet would always remember was that one golden moment on Bourbon Street, when she shed her inhibitions along with her top and embraced the power of her hot new body. She had stepped into the role of seductress and been showered with adoration in response. Never again would she second-guess her breasts or wish for more - at least not for a little while!
As the festivities wound down, Violet met Nick by their hotel, wearing a tight T-shirt that showcased her assets. Nick's eyes widened at the sight of her, still flashing that same megawatt smile from the parade.
"So I take it you had fun at your first Mardi Gras?" Nick chuckled.
"You have no idea," Violet murmured, wrapping her arms around his neck. She knew exactly how she would thank Nick later for making her implant dreams come true. And if he was very, very good, she might even share her new inspiration about going bigger for Mardi Gras next year. After all, while her C cups looked great, she had gotten a taste for the power that DD's or even DDD's could grant her in a sea of bare-breasted women. Violet grinned to herself, already envisioning the GoFundMe she would start tonight to size up for next year's bash. With any luck, Nick would be the first to donate.
The next morning, Violet woke up buzzing with excitement. After an incredible night of passion where she thanked Nick thoroughly for her new breasts, she couldn't stop thinking about sizing up even more. Nick had been hesitant at first when she brought it up, but her enthusiasm eventually won him over. By the end of the night, he was putty in her hands, agreeing that going up a couple sizes would be hot.
Over the next few months, Violet immersed herself in the online breast augmentation community, pouring over photos and experiences of women who had gone as big as she was hoping to. She joined chat groups and subreddits, picking the brains of seasoned veterans about the best implant brands, recovery tips, and maximizing growth between surgeries. Though expensive, this would be Violet's body for life - she wanted to do it right.
By the time Mardi Gras rolled around again, Violet's new 650cc's were perfectly settled and ready for their big debut. She had opted for a small increase, not wanting to push her petite frame too far too fast. But she knew that with proper care and recovery time, the possibilities were endless.
Violet arrived in New Orleans with a whole new wardrobe designed to show off her curvy figure, plus a secret weapon - gel petals tucked into her bikini top to give her already ample chest even more oomph. As she stepped out onto Bourbon Street, heads swiveled to take in her eye-popping proportions. Violet grinned - this was exactly the reaction she had hoped for!
When the big parade moment arrived, Violet strutted her stuff with confidence, readily shedding her top to unleash her new assets. The crowd went absolutely wild, bombarding her with more beads than she could carry. Chants of "Damn, those are nice!" echoed down the street as Violet basked in the glow of adoration. This was everything she had dreamed of!
Later, as she and Nick stumbled back to the hotel room drunk on Hurricanes and each other, Violet whispered her next big plan: she was thinking 700cc for next Mardi Gras. Nick shook his head in astonishment, but one look at Violet's dazzling smile told him she was absolutely serious.
"Bring it on," Violet purred as she led Nick to bed. "I want to be the queen of Mardi Gras breasts, with a pair of party pillows that no one can compete with!"
If Nick had any objections, they were quickly drowned out by Violet's intoxicating passion. She had gotten a taste for the wild side at Mardi Gras, and she planned to let it transform her life in ways she had never imagined. For Violet, the sky was the limit - and so was her bust size!
The next year flew by in a whirlwind of planning and preparation for Violet's next round of breast augmentation. True to her word, she had set her sights on1000cc implants for the upcoming Mardi Gras. Nick was supportive but slightly apprehensive about the very large size she had chosen.
"Are you sure you want to go that big all at once?" he asked one night. "1000cc is a huge increase - your body might need more time to adjust."
But Violet would not be dissuaded. "I want to make a big splash this year," she insisted. "Just imagine the reaction I'll get! This is something I need to do."
Though nervous about the surgery and extensive recovery period, Violet forged ahead with her plans. She joined online forums seeking advice from women who had gone as large as she was hoping to. Their guidance gave her confidence that she could handle 1000cc, although she knew it would take time to adjust to the massive change in her body.
When Mardi Gras finally arrived, Violet was thrilled with her new look. The 700cc implants gave her an eye-popping, exaggerated silhouette, with perfectly round breasts that projected outward and defied gravity. She spent hours admiring herself in the mirror, unable to believe she had been bold enough to go through with such radical implants.
During the big parade, Violet stepped out wearing a custom-made sparkling bustier top designed specifically to show off her new assets. The crowd's reaction was absolute pandemonium. Violet's 1000cc bust heaved with every outraged bounce, her implants defying every law of nature. She was inundated with so many beads that she needed two helpers to carry her haul.
Posing for photos later, Violet's grin shone brighter than the blinding camera flashes. This was her new normal, and she reveled in the power and attention her cartoonish breasts afforded her. She couldn't wait to see how she could top it next year.
That night, Violet cuddled up to Nick and whispered, "I'm thinking 2000cc for next Mardi Gras. It's go big or go home!" Though nervously chuckling at first, Nick's expression grew serious when he realized she wasn't joking.
"You're incredible, you know that?" he murmured, stroking her hair. He knew once Violet set her mind on something, there was no stopping her. So he resolved to support her on this wild ride, no matter how extreme her plans became. Because her happiness and confidence were all that mattered.
The year leading up to the next Mardi Gras was filled with extensive research and planning for Violet's 2000cc goal. She dove deep into online forums, connecting with the tiny community of women who had reached the 2000cc "club" and beyond. Their guidance would prove invaluable as Violet prepared to join their ranks.
Convincing her surgeon to agree to such a staggering size increase took some work. He expressed concerns about capsular contracture, back pain, and other complications from overly large implants. But Violet was adamant, and eventually found a doctor willing to grant her wish.
The months of recovery after surgery were difficult, as Violet adjusted to the staggering weight and proportions of her new chest. She had to buy all new bras and be cautious bending over or reaching upwards. But she took it all in stride, buoyed by her all-consuming goal of unveiling her 2000cc's at Mardi Gras.
Finally, the big day arrived. Adrenaline pumping, Violet stepped out onto Bourbon Street wearing a custom designer bra made to perfectly cup her inflated breasts. She had minimized her activity leading up to the event, wanting her implants to look as full and firm as possible.
The deafening cheers and chants that erupted at the sight of Violet's outrageous new proportions registered on local seismic monitors. Once again she needed assistants to haul away the enormous sacks of beads thrown her way.
Photos of Violet's cartoonish 2000cc bust went viral online, though she remained coy about their true size in interviews. Later, she winked at Nick and whispered she was thinking 400cc for next year. Nick could only shake his head and smile - he was along for the ride wherever her wildly inflated dreams took her. Violet had become the undisputed queen of Mardi Gras, and she was only just getting started!
Comments
Ikitsumatatsu
Those last four are absolutely my thing, though I can still appreciate sweet li'l chebs if they're cute and round. Really great set, and oh mah gawd that microbikini is putting in some work.
Ebib
Love the new sizes.
