Gwen

Part I: Gwen had always been what one might call "top heavy." No, “heavy” didn't quite capture it - a true testament to human engineering she was famous for a truly monumental set of implants. Looking at Gwen, one couldn’t help but marvel; it seemed as if the laws of physics were taking a sabbatical on her chest. Gwen however, was far from ready to rest on her “laurels”, so to speak.

As the petite, curvaceous woman walked into 'Wonders of Silicone', the hippest implant clinic in the city, she caused quite a stir. Some of the men ogled while many of the women gawked in fascinated horror. You’d swear her breasts were filled with helium, projecting out from her tiny body, yet she bore them with supreme confidence.

“Hello Gwen," the receptionist Jennifer managed to stammer out, her eyes bouncing between Gwen's face and her bosom.

"Hi Jennifer,” Gwen returned warmly, "I've got an appointment with Dr. Sandra."

Walking across the waiting room floor in her high heels, her massy implants jiggled and swayed erotically under her tight white shirt. A thin layer of fabric was all that separated Gwen's cartoonishly large assets from the enthralled spectators.

Once in the privacy of the examination room, Gwen removed her top to reveal a lingerie set that strained under the weight of her implants. Sandra, a seasoned veteran of plastic surgeries, could hardly believe her eyes.

"Gwen, these are massive, and so swollen... You sure you want to go bigger?" Sandra gazed at her bulging chest, her professional, clinical interest tinged with a personal fascination

"Well, 'go big or go home' right?" Gwen winked, her smile suggestively playful, eliciting a chuckle from Sandra.

With nurse assistance, Sandra prepared Gwen for the procedure. Using the valve on each implant, Sandra carefully started the inflation process. Gwen watched her chest slowly, almost imperceptibly begin to rise as saline solution was pumped inside her already enormous bosom.

The sensation of feeling her breasts expand was euphoric for Gwen. A tinge of pain, a stretch, a fullness – eventually a tightness as her over-inflated breasts strained. But gaining that increased feeling of heaviness and pressure was pure ecstasy.

Gwen’s chest strained, ready to burst yet still filling more. Sandra looked worried, unsure if the petite woman could handle much more. Gwen just lay there, eyes closed, a serene smile on her face, completely absorbed in the sensation of her expanding cleavage.

Done with the procedure, Gwen looked down at her expanded chest. She looked ready to topple over at any moment, her breasts dominating her frame. However, she stood, steadying herself, and tediously swung her massive anterior assets toward the mirror.

Her reflection was pure erotic perfection in her eyes. Her chest dwarfed her tiny body, their huge mass eclipsing her waist entirely. It seemed impossible for her to stay upright, but she did, gracefully.

Gwen gave her doctor a delighted look. “I think we can keep going,” she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief, “Can’t wait for the next appointment, Sandra.”