The Rush of Expansion

Heather sat impatiently on her couch, shifting her weight as she waited for the timer on her phone to go off. Though she tried to occupy herself by idly flipping through a magazine, she couldn't keep her eyes from darting back to the tube trailing down from underneath her loose-fitting sweatshirt. It had been nearly six weeks since her last fill-up appointment with Dr. Andrews, and she was more than ready for the next round. 

When the alarm finally sounded, Heather quickly silenced it and reached for the bulb at the end of the tube. Taking a deep breath, she gave it a series of firm squeezes, just as Dr. Andrews had shown her. At first, nothing seemed to happen. Then suddenly she felt the cool rush of saline begin to flow into the ports embedded in her chest, followed by a now-familiar swelling sensation. A soft gasp escaped her lips as the saline rapidly filled her expanders, stretching their capacity even further.

Heather leaned back into the plush leather couch, closing her eyes to focus on the feeling. She brought one hand up to cradle her expanding breast, feeling the firm roundness growing fuller and heavier with each passing second. Though she had done this many times before, it never failed to take her breath away - the intoxicating thrill of pushing her body to its limits, of nurturing her obsession until her implants reached cartoonish proportions. 

When she felt they had reached maximum capacity, Heather reluctantly gave the bulb one final squeeze to halt the flow of saline. Her swollen breasts now strained against the confines of the oversized sweatshirt, jutting out like two over-inflated beach balls. She ran her hands over them gently, marveling at their size and firmness. They barely yielded to her touch, swollen taut with saline.

Rising carefully from the couch, Heather made her way over to the full length mirror mounted on the wall. With bated breath, she grasped the hem of her sweatshirt and peeled it up and over her head, tossing it aside. Her reflection drew a delighted gasp from her lips - she had gone up at least two cup sizes, from her already substantial 38K bust to what had to be at least a 38M now. 

Heather turned this way and that, enthralled by the exaggerated projection and fullness of her new silhouette. Her breasts sat high and proud on her chest, impossibly round and firm. The skin was pulled taut, her blue veins crisscrossing the surface like a roadmap. They barely moved when she bounced gently on her toes, too overfilled with saline to allow much motion. Walking around the room, she could feel the heaviness of each breast  with every step.

She thought back to when this journey had first begun nearly a year ago - a timid request to her plastic surgeon for a small boost, maybe 400cc implants. How quickly that modest goal had transformed into an insatiable hunger for growth, for fullness, for extremes! Now here she was, filling implants nearly to bursting every six weeks. And she already knew this still wasn't the end. Her will and her body could withstand far more.

Heather imagined the day when she would show off her voluptuous silhouette on the beach or at the club. No longer would she be invisible, overlooked, average. Eyes would widen in shock, mouths would gape open, whispers would follow her every move. It was a thrill unlike any other, to command attention, to cause shockwaves without saying a word. She craved it, needed it. 

For now, her body was still a secret work in progress. But soon she would unveil herself to the world. In the meantime, she would push herself as far as possible - and then further still. Her next appointment couldn't come soon enough. Until then, she would savor her new curves, nurture her darling implants, and dream of how much further she could grow. The limits did not yet exist. Her journey was only just beginning.