Implant Expanders Clinic: Natasha's Story

“And you’re sure I can still get them, even after you’ve seen my pictures? I’ve been an A cup my entire life…” she muttered into the phone.

“Don’t worry Natasha, that’s my job to think about. I would not have let you schedule this trip if I was not 100% confident in the outcome.

That’s the beauty of using expanders, you can start very small” the voice on the phone reassured her.

“How about the timeline, is it going to be ok? I’ve really only got a week at most before I need to be back and start a shoot…” she continued.

“Natasha, I already know all of this, we’ve been over every detail” the voice said, cutting her off.

“You’re going to fly here, straight into surgery the next morning, small underfilled expander implants that suit your frame, 4 days rest, then you’re back on the flight home and to your job” the voice finished sternly.

“Ok… ok. Then I’ll see you on Monday Doc! Bye” she said and hung up the phone.

This had been a long time coming, it was no wonder Natasha was so worried.

She’d played with the idea of getting implants for years, very seriously at that.

Being a model had seemed like a glamorous career path for her and she certainly had the looks for it.

But nobody had warned her how brutal the rise to the top would be, and they must have known.

The world is full of pretty girls trying to make a name for themselves and what she had just didn’t seem like enough to stand out.

She was still young enough, there was time.

But she couldn’t escape the invasive thought that her opportunity was slowly passing her by. An opportunity that she had banked everything on.

So she had shopped around for cosmetic surgeons in the city, but got nothing but warm air.

“You’re much too slim for those, I suggest 250cc at the most, teardrop shape” they would caution her.

“I’m not asking to be turned into a stripper, just if i’m going to get these I want it to be worth it, can’t we at least go to 400?” she would reply, almost as if playing out the same script as the last consultation.

“I’m afraid not, on your frame it would look totally unnatural, I won’t do it” they would then reply.

It had seemed hopeless, up until she had seen a job posting for the ‘Implant Expanders Clinic’ floating around a corner of social media.

She of course wasn’t looking for a job, certainly not one half way across the world, but something else about the ad had jumped out at her, or at least tried to jump.

The model (or was it a nurse?) in the ad was sporting a gigantic pair of implants, on a woman who must have been at least a foot shorter than Natasha.

The woman, some sort of asian (having never travelled beyond her own borders, she didn’t feel too bad not knowing) was posing in a bathroom, topless.
She looked like she had a few lbs on Natasha, but didn’t really seem like it mattered much anymore.

The woman's implants were positively gigantic, much larger than her own head.

Filled to the brim with a faint pink glow, they totally dominated her upper body.

This had two simultaneous effects on Natasha.

The first, at a subconscious level, was an excitement and tingling somewhere in her body. She’d never seen something like this before, much less on such a tiny woman.

Natasha had not exactly had much time for a sexual or love life lately, the relentless climb into the modelling industry seemed to consider it a weakness.

She’d never much thought about what ‘her type’ was, it was all about what she herself needed to project out into the world.

In retrospect this tingling might have been a hint.

Secondly, her rational mind realised something more prescient.

She had no use for tits bigger than her head.

But she did have a use for the clinic that would have considered installing them into this poor woman in the first place.

It was… a long way from home. But if getting a decent set of implants is what helped launch her modelling career out of the shadows, then it should pay for itself.

So she had made a call.