I guess a bit of background is in order. Well, first of all, I'm just your average 20-year old college girl... For the most part at least. Y'know, brown hair, slightly below average height, fairly slim build, reasonably pretty. I come from a pretty poor family, what some more unpleasant people might call 'trailer trash'. My dad works in a garage, my mom is a waitress, and I have three delinquent older brothers. We have our ups and downs and money has always been tight, but I love my family dearly. I did okay in school, though I wasn't particularly studious. I was the first one in my family ever to get accepted into a college and that made my folks so proud.

There's also something I want to put out there right at the beginning, because I think it's an important part of who I am. Y'see, I have breast implants. Just small ones, I mean most people would never even guess I had them unless I told them. I'm a C cup now, but originally... Well let's just say growing up my breasts were a problem. I just felt I needed to start by explaining this, because there are so many misconceptions and social stigmas attached to implants and people who have them. People think that girls who get implants do it for attention or because they're skanky or insecure or whatever. Well that's not always the case.

My breasts didn't develop properly. They were small, asymmetrical and ugly. For the longest time I was so ashamed of my body as a result. This made life in high school hellish. I had to stuff a sock into one of my bra cups to even appear normal, and using the girls' locker room was out of the question. I was basically a shut in, I had few friends and never had a boyfriend, all because of how bad my mismatched breasts made me feel about myself. I felt like a freak and kept my distance from everyone around me, except maybe my family. As my breasts dominated my social life, I've always been really self conscious about them perhaps even to the point of obsession. I want you, the reader, to understand this. It's important. Getting implants at an early age to fix what to me was a huge physical problem is also why I generally view plastic surgery more favourably than many others.

Being the youngest and the only girl in the family, my folks've always spoiled me a bit, especially since my brothers are constantly in and out of prison. My parents knew about my self image issues and, being the great people they were, scrimped and saved money until, finally, they could afford to buy me breast implant surgery for my graduation present. I think I wept tears of joy when they told me. The surgery itself was, for me at least, terrifying. I'd never needed surgery before and I was so worried that something would go wrong, even as I was excited to finally get my breasts fixed. Then, as I recovered from the surgery, I constantly worried that something had gone wrong, that maybe my breasts were now even worse off than before! But when the bandages came off and I looked at my new body in the mirror for the first time, I wept tears of joy again. I finally had proper boobs, and they were so perfect! They looked and felt natural, as far as I could tell with my limited experience, and were the perfect size for my body; Bigger (and heavier) than I'd expected, but not too big. I would never again have to be ashamed of what was hidden under my clothes.

Of course, years of crippling self image problems didn't just disappear overnight. It took a lot of effort on my part, but by the time I started in college a few months later, I had finally managed to open up a little, socially speaking. I had so much fun that summer, hanging out with my friends, buying new, less stuffy and form hiding clothes. I even went to the beach in a bathing suit for the first time in my life!

The tuition fees for my first year at college were another present from my hard-working parents. At that point I resolved that my parents had done so much for me that from then on, I'd earn the fees myself by working as hard as they had. College was like a whole new world in itself. I was never one of the top students in high school, but I did okay enough to enroll at a decent college. The downside was that it was pretty far away from home and my old friends, but in a way it was a relief to start a new chapter in my life somwhere no-one knew me. I had to move to a tiny, two-person dorm room on campus, though having lived my life up to that point in a trailer park, it wasn't such a big deal for me. My new roomie turned out to be a quiet, bookish type, which suited me just fine as I wasn't exactly Miss Outgoing myself. After an awkward initial period, she became my first new friend in forever. Her name was Molly and she'd apparently earned an actual scholarship! Wow! She was cute in a mousy sort of way, a short, petite girl with big glasses and a penchant for big, fluffy sweaters.

College life was great. I enjoyed my studies (English literature!), went to a few parties with Molly (we were the most awkward things at first, but it was a learning experience for us both), and I even fell in love for the first time ever. His name was John and he was always so refined and high-class that he just swept me off my feet. I was frankly surprised that someone like him would go out with an unrefined country bumpkin like me! It was so magical with him at first and, well, let's just say that after I met him, I didn't remain a virgin for long. I felt so happy for the first time in my life... but it wasn't all roses and sunshine. I had trouble finding a job to pay for next year's tuition. I didn't want to ask anyone for help, as I felt that I had to earn the money myself, but there just didn't seem to be any jobs available for someone as unskilled as me. I guess this is where my story really begins...

I was getting increasingly desperate in my search for a job as time went by. I had very little savings of my own and without a job I'd never have afforded the next year's tuition fees. With this in mind, I approached the only place I could find that was hiring, and the last place I'd ever expect to end up in: The local strip club. I hated the idea of becoming the stereotypical poor girl who had to take off her clothes for a living, but I had no choice.

The club turned out to be less sleazy than I'd expected. Granted, it was dark enough inside that it was a bit hard to make out any details, but it seemed that whoever was in charge preferred to keep the place clean and tidy. I'd turned up to apply for a job around noon, so the place was practically empty; It wasn't officially even open yet. A well-lit stage practically gleamed in the middle of the club, its dark surface polished to a mirror sheen. The stage had the obligatory stripper pole close to one end on which a stunningly beautiful woman in exercise clothes was gracefully spinning, no doubt practicing for when the club was properly open. At the other end of the stage, heavy velvet curtains fell onto it, hiding whatever was behing them. The stage was surrounded by tables which in turn were surrounded by comfy-looking, semi-circular padded seats. Against one wall a bit removed from the stage was a long bar counter behind which unfamiliar bottled beverages were stacked in neat rows. The only other visible person in the club, a middle-aged woman in smart business attire, was seated on a bar stool and paying close attention to the woman on the pole. She occasionally gave brief instructions to her. I guessed this was the club's manager and approached her nervously.

"Uh, hello?" I began uncertainly. The middle-aged woman looked up at me from her seat, waiting to see what I'd say next. "Y-you had a sign out front saying that you're hiring dancers and I'd like to, to apply..." My heart was pounding hard. I was so nervous to even be inside a strip club and here I was trying to get a job as a stripper.

"Hmm. Very well then, let's have a look at you," the woman replied calmly. "Stand straight, arms at your side," she instructed.

I obeyed with a twinge of hesitation. I wasn't entirely comfortable being put on display like this, but I needed the job. The manager made a spinning motion with her hand and I obeyed again, twirling around in place.

"A bit plain, but that's easily remedied..." the manager remarked without emotion, her expert gaze traversing my body from top to bottom. I felt a blush creep onto my cheeks.

"What's your name, girl?" she asked me.

"P-Penny. Penny Hill," I replied, still spinning in place.

"Have you ever danced before, Penny? You can stop spinning by the way." The manager sounded more friendly and matronly than I'd expected, her voice soft and warm.

"My parents made me take dancing lessons when I was little..." I said, coming to a halt. I felt a bit unsteady on my feet.

"What the girls here do isn't exactly ballroom dancing, you understand? Things here are a bit more energetic and... erotic," The manager went on, savouring the last word. She stared me right in the eyes, a calm, measuring stare. I couldn't match it and looked meekly at my feet.

"Yes..."

"So you'll understand that I want you to give a little demonstration of what you can do. Don't worry, your clothes will be staying on," the matronly woman said, adding the last part as she saw my eyes shoot wide open.

"Y-yes," I managed to say. By now I felt like my cheeks were on fire. I could've probably been used as a stop sign. I swallowed hard.

The manager gestured at the woman currently on stage, who shrugged and climbed off. The dancer headed for the bar to grab a bottle of water. Sweat glistened on her face. Pole dancing was obviously a very physical activity. Then the manager gestured at me, telling me to get on stage.

I approached the stage nervously and with my heart pounding like a jackhammer and clumsily climbed up. I honestly didn't know what to do once I was up there. I looked at the manager for instructions.

"Whenever you're ready, dear, and at your own pace," she said, turning on an unseen music system with a remote. "Oh and stay off the pole if you've never done that before."

I desperately tried to think back to whatever I knew about strip teasing and sexy dancing. There were occasionally scenes set in strip clubs in movies and TV, weren't there? What did the women in them do? Uncertainly and jerkily I started to sway to the music, my moves mostly from the awkward dancing I'd previously tried at some of the parties I'd been to. The dreamlike quality of the situation suddenly hit me. Here I was, a shy, plain introvert, dancing on a strip club stage in my casual clothes! It didn't seem like something that could possibly be happening. I tried to force myself to focus on the music instead of such thoughts.

Little by little, I began to get into the groove. I'd always liked dancing, even back when I was too shy and insecure to do so in public. It helped to imagine myself alone with the music. I twirled and swung my hips as gracefully as I could, frantically trying to imagine what would be sexy. Then, as suddenly as it had started, the music stopped. The manager had used the remote again. I stopped in my tracks, panting as I fought to catch my breath.

"Well it's clear to me that you don't have much experience with this sort of dancing. You're uncertain and more than a little bit clumsy," the elder woman told me bluntly. I felt numb. Had I blown my last chance to finance my own studies? "However," the manager went on, my heart jumping inside my chest. "You do have potential. You seem to like dancing and you're quite pretty. So here's what I propose..." I held my breath as I waited for her to continue. "I'll take you on for an unpaid training period. You won't be performing yet; Instead, me and the other girls here will train you over the next month. If you've improved in that time, I'll hire you. Do we have a deal?"

"Yes!" I replied enthusiastically. I felt like I could jump with joy. I still had a chance! "Thank you so very much!"

"Don't thank me yet, girl. We'll be working you hard every evening. When you're not training, you'll be serving drinks. By the time the month's up, you might not be so grateful."

"Oh I will be! I'll train so hard! You won't be disappointed, thank you!" I gushed on.

"That's the spirit," the manager smiled warmly. "We'll start tomorrow evening; Bring your exercise clothes and some water to drink. And you can call me Helena, though during working hours it'll be Madame. Write down your contact info for me before you leave."

And just like that, I'd entered the world of strip dancing.

Helena hadn't been kidding. The month that followed was absolutely gruelling. Every evening after classes had ended, I headed straight for the club. There I went through intense dancing lessons given by Helena or one of the other dancers depending on who was free at the time. At first I was completely run down after just an hour of practice, but my fitness improved tremendously and soon I could just keep on going. Later on I even started taking pole dancing lessons! To my surprise, I was actually having fun.

The downside was that I had very little time to hang out with Molly or John, both of whom complained about it. I hadn't told either of them what I was doing yet, as I still felt too embarrassed to admit that I was training to be a stripper. Instead, I made excuses and told them I was exercising. That much at least was true. It hurt to not tell them the whole truth.

I got to know many of the other dancers at the club; Some of them even went to the same college as me, though I was the youngest there. They were such beautiful, confident women... It astonished me how they had no problem stripping naked in front of strangers, and even when they weren't dancing, they seldom wore more than a bikini during working hours. As a result I couldn't help noticing that many of the dancers had breast implants, though theirs tended to be much bigger and more... obvious than mine.

Helena noticed my shyness and how uncomfortable I was about nudity early on. Obviously there would be a lot of bare skin in a strip club, so a part of my training involved getting me to be more comfortable wearing less. This meant that little by little, I had to train wearing less clothes. At first, I wore a baggy T-shirt and some loose exercise pants. Then about a week later the shirt was changed for a tank top, followed by the pants being changed for skin-tight leggings. This was already quite much for me, but the training didn't stop there. Soon I only had a sports bra for a top and short shorts for pants, then I trained in a bikini. I hadn't even owned one before that! But thanks to taking things so gradually, I found to my surprise that I no longer had any problem wearing one. What's more, all that physical exercise had toned my body magnificently! The person in the mirror suddenly had abs and fit, firm thighs and arms! For the first time ever I actually felt sexy.

The last few days of my training were done completely nude. Even with the gradual process of wearing less and less, the first time I went completely buck naked felt like a huge step. I trained in this little private gym at the back of the club, with only me and my trainer present, but even then I wrapped myself up in a towel and couldn't bring myself to take it off. My current trainer was one of the dancers as Helena had become mired in managerial business for all of the last week of my lessons. Her stage name was Mirage, though her real name was Donna.

Donna was a really cool person. She was tall and slender, with gorgeous mocha skin, curly, deep brown hair, plump, juicy lips and the friendliest amber eyes ever. She apparently stripped for a living simply because she enjoyed doing it. She was always cheerful and friendly and so understanding when I had trouble with my training. It was so easy to talk to Donna that we quickly became close friends. She was also the... biggest girl in the club. Donna had these huge, round breast implants easily as big as her head. They stuck out a full foot from her chest in defiance to gravity... two impossible, volley ball sized spheres. Before I met her, I'd never even heard the phrase 'bolt-on tits', but that was how she herself described them. They were utterly out of proportion for her slender frame, but somehow that made them just sexier. I once worked up the nerve to ask her why she went for such huge and, well, fake-looking implants, and she simply said that she liked the way they looked.

Anyway, so when I was supposed to start training in the nude, I instead turned up wrapped in a towel. Donna was waiting for me in her usual training kit consisting of a (huge) sports bra and black leggings. She liked to wear bras slightly too small for her to further emphasize her unnatural size. When she saw me in my towel, she just smiled a warm, understanding smile.

"Aww, Penny, and you were doing so well!" Donna chuckled. "Was being nekkid with li'l ol' me that scary?"

I blushed and nodded.

"Look, there's nothing to be ashamed of," Donna said. "We're all born naked. It's the natural human state. Here, I'll show you!"

Without warning, Donna tossed off her sports bra and leggings. She was now completely naked, her giant fake boobs and clean-shaven vagina there for all to see. A part of me realized that she hadn't been wearing any panties. My blush deepened and I looked away.

"No no, don't do that," Donna admonished me. "Look at me, Penny. I'm naked and I'm okay!" she said and giggled. I hesitated but managed to force myself to look at her. Donna was gorgeous from head to toe and obviously completely at ease being naked, shamelessly standing nude in front of me hands at her hips and immense chest thrust out. I felt a pang of envy. She was so comfortable in her body, so sexy and clearly aware of it, while I still had trouble wearing a bathing suit in public, let alone something more revealing... or nothing at all.

Donna caught my nervous, wandering gaze and smiled warmly again. "See? Nothing terrifying here. It's just us girls here, no reason to be shy. I've got nothing you haven't seen on your own body," she said. That was a bit of a stretch, I felt, seeing as Donna was such a stunner that I felt plain and unattractive next to her, but Donna's cheerfulness was infectious. I couldn't help but return her smile, although a bit meekly and still blushing furiously. "There we go, there's that pretty smile. Now go on, ditch that towel so we can get to practising!"

Hearing Donna's kind words and seeing how comfortable she was with her body certainly helped. I hoped I'd one day be as okay with myself as Donna was. I felt I had to take that first (or maybe last?) step or else risk disappointing Donna, which right now was definitely out of the question... So, swallowing hard first, I let the towel drop to the floor.

"Yay! There's those cute boobies!" Donna exclaimed cheerfully. "I knew you could do it!" She suddenly rushed forwards and gave me a huge bear hug, actually lifting me off my feet. I was immediately and uncomfortably aware that our naked bodies were now wrapped together. My blush was now of such intensity that it would have probably have incinerated any small insects that happened to fly by. I felt like a little doll squeezed between Donna's giant breasts. Their unnatural firmness surprised me.

Finally sensing my embarrassment, Donna set me back down on the floor. "Oh, sorry, I think I got a bit carried away there," she apologized. I mumbled that it was okay, no harm done, not daring to look at Donna. I couldn't shake the feeling of her giant tits pressing into mine, which were like mosquito bites in comparison.

"S-so how about that training?" I mumbled, desperate to distract myself from Donna's naked body. Donna smiled and nodded and soon the final phase of my strip dancing practice was under way, though it was definitely hard not to pay attention to Donna, who liked to give slow, sensuous first hand demonstrations of how to do things. More than once, she moved in really close, her breasts pressing into my back as she showed by hand how I should move my limbs. Other times, she started out slow and then picked up pace until she was practically a human blur as she leaped and twirled gracefully around. She was amazing to watch.

Nude practice was different on many levels from the earlier stages. First of all, my boobs were now completely unrestrained and were constantly bouncing around. They were distracting and kind of in the way; I hadn't had this problem before in my life. Then there was the way I could feel every little breeze against my nipples and cooch. I felt so embarrassed when my nips got hard when the AC in the little gym suddenly kicked to a higher gear, though Donna either didn't notice or pretended not to. Finally I got quite a shock when I first tried some naked pole dancing, when my nethers first pressed against the cold steel of the stripper pole. Donna got a good chuckle when I yelped out loud.

But yeah, a few days later my training was done. Now I faced the most daunting task yet: I had to prove I'd learned my lessons by giving an actual strip show in front of an actual audience, on the busiest night of the week! Helena would be watching, as she hadn't been a part of my training in weeks. I felt terrified, and it definitely didn't help when I saw the outfit Donna had picked for me to wear for my first show.

"I-I have to wear THAT?" I exclaimed in shock when I saw it: A fetishized version of the classic schoolgirl outfit, this one consisting of a VERY little plaid miniskirt, a tiny little collared 'shirt' that would cover barely more than my chest, a red thong and a matching bikini top, and shiny black high-heeled pumps.

"What's the problem? You wore way less for most of your practice," Donna said, smiling innocently.

"Y-yeah, but..." I couldn't bring myself to say that wearing an outfit like that was somehow worse than wearing nothing at all.

"So go on and get dressed, your show is next! Wouldn't want to disappoint Helena, eh?" Donna said and left me alone in the dressing room.

Begrudgingly I put on the scandalously skimpy outfit. Looking at myself in the mirror, for the first time I truly realized what I was about to do. I, the shy, introverted, insecure gal who could barely even make small talk without blushing from embarrassment, was about to step on stage and take my clothes off for the pleasure of strangers. The realization hit me like a cannon ball. Could I really do it? Maybe I should escape while I still had the chance! But... At the same time, I had to admit I'd really enjoyed learning to pole dance and getting to hang out with Donna. And sure, I felt a lot more confident and comfortable in my body now than ever before. And I did look kinda sexy in the schoolgirl outfit...

Making some final adjustments to my makeup and clothes, I steeled my resolve. I would do this, and not only that, I'd nail it! I nodded with determination to my reflection, who nodded back, just as an announcer who sounded suspiciously like Donna introduced me.

"And now, for the first time ever, please welcome the dazzling yet innocent... SUGAR ANGEL!" What the hell, Donna? I hadn't agreed to that name! Or any other for that matter! But now wasn't the time to gripe about my new stripper name, I had to hurry on stage.

I pushed through the thick velvet curtains to the raucous cheers of an unseen audience. The club's spotlights were shining right in my face, blinding me and making it impossible to see anything. I blinked my eyes until my sight started to adjust to the glare... and suddenly my new-found resolve almost fled my body. The club was packed full like a sardine can. In the month I'd been working there, I'd never seen so many people at once. Obviously they weren't there to see me specifically, as my first performance hadn't been announced beforehand, but there they were nonetheless. Suddenly I felt utterly alone there in the spotlight in my stupid skanky outfit.

The cheering died down and music, the same sensuous, pulsating beat I'd practiced to, began to ooze from hidden speakers. It was do or die time, forcing me to focus on the task at hand. I tried to ignore the crowd to the best of my abilities as I began to slowly dance towards center stage. I pulled out all the stops and made my best effort to move in a sexy, fluid way, my hips swinging and my arms emphasizing the motion of my body. I started to undo the few buttons on my faux schoolgirl blouse, doing it slowly and tesingly enough that I was done only as I finally reached the center stage where the stripper pole was. I threw open the top with a flourish, getting a number of cheers from the crowd, and tossed the top aside.

Being the center of attention in only a bikini top, a micro skirt and a thong suddenly made me very self conscious again. All the insecurities about my body flooded back into my mind from whatever dark recess they'd been lurking in. After all, I was far removed from the exotic, beautiful dancers the crowd was accustomed to, being the plain, short-ish number I was. It took a concentrated effort of will, but I managed to shut those negative thoughts out and continue dancing without faltering.

As I began to circle around the dancing pole, it was the skirt's turn to come off. I teased the crowd again by playing with it longer than was strictly necessary, getting encouraging yells from the crowd in return. I finally bent forward exaggeratedly and pulled the skirt down, giving the crowd a good view of my bum and the skimpy thong. I got cheers again even though my butt, what little I had, was nothing special.

As I straightened back up, I happened to glance at the people closest to the stage. To my shock and disgust, one of the men in the front row was openly... touching himself, his erect penis poking out of the zipper on his trousers. I wasn't the only one who'd noticed and even as I watched, two burly bouncers pulled the man out of the crowd and tossed him out of the club. What the man had been doing was strictly forbidden in this club. Yet... To my surprise, a part of me felt flattered. That man had been aroused enough by my body and dancing to have done that in public. I wondered how many others in the crowd were similarly aroused. The thought made my body tingle and flush in an unfamiliar way.

I intensified my dancing in time with the music, climbing onto the pole and spinning gracefully (or so I hoped at least) around it. I felt like I was on fire. The heat from the lights, the baying crowd, the cool metal pole against my skin... All of it felt in unnaturally sharp focus. I was having fun. I was practically naked in a room full of strangers doing dirty dancing, but I was having fun. For the first time in my life, I was the center of attention and I loved it. Everybody was enraptured by me and nobody seemed to think that I was too ugly or plain to be there. I felt a rush of joy and freedom. As the music reached its climax, I pulled off my bikini top as if to reward the crowd. My boobs bounced free and, again, I got cheers. I silently thanked my mom and dad for working so hard to help fix their daughter's body. I'd never felt so pretty in my whole life. Finally, I spun down the pole and landed gently on my knees, my legs apart and the pole between them, just as the music ended.

And just like that, my number was over. I stayed on my knees, panting and struggling to catch my breath. For a moment, the crowd was silent... then, applause. I smiled from relief. They'd liked my show! I scanned the crowd, trying to spot Helena, until I saw her at the bar with Donna. Helena gave me a curt nod of approval, while Donna was clapping and cheering wildly. I'd done it. I suddenly felt exhausted and staggered to my feet. I wearily thanked the crowd, gathered my discarded clothing and headed to the dressing room, collapsing onto a chair. All my hard work had paid off, and what's more, I'd loved it! I closed my eyes, leaned back and relaxed.

Without me even realizing it, my hands began to creep across my body. A caress of a breast, a touch of the stomach... I came to my senses just as my right hand slipped inside my thong. Holy crap, what was I doing! As I hurriedly pulled out my hand, strands of sticky fluid clung to it. I realized I felt aroused. No, not just aroused, I was horny! All those admiring eyes on me had turned me on like nothing else. I'd never even realized before how badly I'd wanted to feel pretty.

As I pondered this and my sticky fingers, the door to the dressing room burst open and Donna rushed in, followed shortly by Helena. I hurriedly wiped my hand on a towel before turning to greet them, only to be picked up by Donna in another huge hug.

"You did it, girl!" Donna exclaimed, squeezing me tight. "You were brilliant! Supernova hot!"

"T-thanks..." I struggled to reply from within Donna's valley of cleavage.

"Ease off, Donna, let her breathe," Helena said with a smile. Donna gave me one last squeeze before setting me down, beaming widely at me. I caught my breath, then fixed Donna with a glare.

"Sugar Angel?" I said in an accusing tone. Donna just smiled and shrugged.

"Donna's right, though, that was an excellent first performance. Congratulations," Helena continued. I felt my heart swell with pride. I liked where this was going.

"S-so does this mean...?" I nervously hazarded.

"Yes. You've proven yourself to be a hard worker, a quick learner and a skilled dancer. As per our agreement, I'd be happy to hire you officially. You can start as soon as you want."

"Welcome to the family," Donna said.

And just like that, I became a stripper. That night I headed back to my dorm room on campus feeling giddy and excited about having landed a job that I actually enjoyed doing. Of course, I also still felt incredibly horny after my show. By now it was late at night (or early in the morning) so I had to be careful not to wake Molly as I entered our tiny two bed room. I was too excited and aroused to go straight to bed so some stealthy finger action soon followed under my bed sheets. I couldn't stop thinking about the crowd's admiring gazes on me. I wanted to be admired, lusted after, worshipped! I had a nice, hard orgasm to my memories of the adolating masses.

The following morning I finally came clean to Molly about what I'd been doing for the past month. It was such a relief to finally tell her. Molly was really understanding too. Like me, she came from a poor background, and understood that sometimes a girl just didn't have a choice when it came to work. She didn't think any less of me for being a dancer. She even admitted that, if not for her scholarship, she might have ended up doing the same thing as me. Now that I'd like to see! Molly was even more introverted than me, so it was pretty amazing to hear her say that. I felt closer to Molly then than ever before. We had a nice, long chat that ended in a big, friendly hug. I was so glad to have someone as cool as her as my roomie.

But...

I next went to tell the news to John. He was already annoyed with me for being largely unavailable for a month. When I told him I was now a stripper... He went absolutely livid. He called me such horrible names, starting from 'whore' and 'slut' and just becoming more and more degrading. I was in tears, I couldn't believe this was the same refined gentleman I'd fallen for. What's more, he was becoming increasingly aggressive. I was genuinely terrified of him at this point. I was actually relieved when he only broke up with me at the end of his tirade and didn't do anything worse. I fled for the safety of my dorm room, tears streaming down my face.

Molly tried to comfort me but with little success. John's angry insults were bringing back all my deepest, worst self doubts. I felt worthless, like I was trash. What if John was right? What if I was being slutty? A part of me was angry at myself for believing John's nastiness, but that only made me hate myself more. All the progress I'd made confidence-wise went flying out the window because of a single horrid jackass who'd turned out to be nothing like I'd thought. In retrospect it became obvious that he'd only been using me for my naivete and novelty value, which just made me feel all the more worse.

For a while, I just... gave up. I'd been genuinely in love with John, or at least I thought I had. In retrospect, our relationship had been cooling down for a while, but I'd been too busy or stupid to notice. I was depressed and lost all my new-found confidence. I had a few one night stands to try and take my mind off John, but it didn't work; If anything, they made me feel even worse about myself. I pretty much stopped going out altogether. Rumors about me started to circulate, nasty ones most likely spread by John that painted me as a total slut.

Soon my confidence was at a record low. I felt just as unwanted and un-sexy as back in high school. I just wanted to stay in my dorm room and cry. Molly was concerned for me, but nothing she tried to cheer me up helped. My job performance soon suffered as a result of my depression. Helena had noticed how mope-y I'd become and finally, after my poorest performance to date, expressed her concern as well. I told her that I simply didn't feel sexy enough anymore for good dance shows. Helena just looked at me thoughtfully for a long time.

"Y'know... These days, if you don't like something about your body, you can just change it," she finally said.

"W-what do you mean?" I replied.

"Well, I'm sure you've noticed that a lot of the girls here have had boob jobs. They always tell me that afterwards, they feel much sexier and more confident in themselves. Now, I wouldn't normally advocate something like this for one as young as you, but if your performances don't improve, I'll have to let you go." Helena sighed. "I like you and I know you're a great dancer, but as long as you feel this bad about yourself, you won't go far. You need to do something just for yourself, something that'll boost your confidence and get your head back in the game."

I was taken aback. This was a pretty odd way to tell me to get my act together. But at the same time, this made me think back to when my boobs had been fixed. It was true, having actual boobs had made me feel both sexy and confident for the first time in my life. It was equally true that the other dancers, especially the ones with big, augmented boobs, were both incredibly sexy and really popular. The image of Donna's stunning body was clear in my mind. But...

"B-but I could never afford surgery..." I said meekly, eyes downcast. I didn't mention that getting a boob job wouldn't exactly improve the slutty reputation that I was trying to shake.

"Don't worry about that. I've never told you this before, but the club actually has a policy of financing a surgery if a dancer wants one. I consider it an investment. Mind you, I'll only pay for it once from my own pockets. Also, you'd have to leave all decision making regarding the surgery to me." Helena smirked. "Would you believe this was how Donna had her first boob job? The girl used to be flat as a board and just as shy and unconfident as you. Of course, she's had two more surgeries since then, both of them self financed with the money she made dancing."

This was kind of a shocker. Not the fact that Donna had had multiple boob jobs, that was pretty much obvious. No, what surprised me that the lively, cheerful and beloved Donna had once been as meek and shy as me. Suddenly I was filled by a desperate need to be more like her. I wanted to feel sexy again. I deserved to feel good about myself! The fact that afterwards Donna had raked in so much money that she could afford more surgeries cinched it.

"I'll do it. Book me a boob job."

Having had breast surgery once before, the second time didn't scare me much. What worried me was that I didn't exactly know what was going to be done to me. I mean, of course I'd been there for the pre-op consultation with the surgeon, but Helena was the one doing the talking and planning. She'd sit with the doctor and talk about different breast implant types and sizes in a low, quiet voice so that I couldn't really make out the details, every now and then making appraising glances at me. I was worried that I'd end up with freakishly huge tits like Donna's. I was ready to go bigger, sure, but not quite THAT big! I mean they were sexy and all, but I still wanted to be able to live a normal everyday life outside of work without sporting obviously fake stripper tits.

The operation was only a few days after I'd agreed to it with Helena. We had the consultation the very next day with a doctor whom Helena apparently always used for these things. He was a friendly, bearded and quite handsome middle aged man; The way Helena talked with him, I suspected there was something between the two. The operation was scheduled the day after the consultation. I didn't know why the rush, but then again I didn't really care. If it meant I could finally feel better about myself, I'd have done it all in a day. So for the second time in a year, I lay on an operating table, my chest bare for the surgeon and full of little instructional scribbles. As I dozed off from the anaesthetic, I wondered what I'd wake up to.

I woke up in a recuperating room after an indeterminate amount of time. I was on my back in a bed, tightly wrapped in sheets. The first thing I noticed was an increased heaviness on my chest. This was the moment I'd both dreaded and looked forward to. Not daring to open my eyes yet, I instead let my hands probe out the changes that had been made to me. When they found what they were looking for, I gasped, partly because my hands had found two mounds that felt at least twice as big as I remembered being and partly because my new tits turned out to be incredibly sensitive. Even through the bed sheets and bandages, my hands were causing a pleasurable tingle across my chest. I let out a quiet moan. Was this what it was like for Donna all the time? No wonder she was topless so often, wearing a shirt must've been like torture!

My musings were cut short when someone suddenly cleared their throat. Crap, I'd thought I was alone! Utterly embarrassed, I quickly removed my hands from my breasts and cautiously opened an eye. It was the surgeon who'd worked on me. He was pretending to read a clipboard he was holding, but it was painfully obvious from his body language that my impromptu breast massage hadn't gone unnoticed.

"Hello again, Miss Hill," the doctor said, noticing that I'd opened my eyes. "You'll be pleased to know that the operation was a complete success."

I glanced down across the length of my body, or at least as far as I could see lying down. My eyes confirmed what my hands had felt: The sheets bulged with unfamiliar size at my chest level. It was hard to tell with the bedsheets in the way, but I was definitely a lot bigger now!

"What... How...?" I managed to mumble. Turned out I was still a bit woozy from the anaesthetic. Forming complete sentences was hard.

"Your new implants? As per our agreement with Madame Helena, you've been installed with a pair of 800 CC silicone gel implants. By our measurements, you are now an E cup." The doctor went on to describe the surgical procedure in detail, but I was no longer listening. All I could think was 'E cup!?' Holy crap, I'd skipped all the D sizes! I'd never even imagined myself with boobs this big. I wondered what they would look like. Would they be obviously fake like Donna's? Suddenly I realized I hadn't told anyone about my surgery. It had happened so fast that there hadn't been any time. How would I explain my bigger boobs to my family or Molly?

I was soon released from the surgeon's practice, my mind still swimming with questions. I'd worn a fairly loose-fitting T-shirt that covered my whole torso to the surgery, but now the shirt was tight and snug and exposing a bit of my waist. With a shirt on, I thought my boobs were obviously big but still just small enough to be plausibly natural. I immediately noticed more than a few passing people staring at my increased size. I was definitely bigger than the average girl now. I blushed a bit both at the realization and the stares. I was reminded of how it had felt that first time I gave a strip show at the club, all those people staring at me because they thought I was sexy... How would it be now? I began to feel a bit hot. Not wanting to cause a scene in public, I hurried back home to my dorm room. I practically ran all the way.

Luckily Molly wasn't there when I got to our room. I leaned heavily on the dorm room door and struggled to catch my breath. Once I'd calmed down enough, I did what I'd wanted to ever since waking up after the surgery: Rushed over to the full body mirror in our room to get a good look at myself.

Holy fuck! My new E cup tits looked positively huge on my short, slender body. My earlier assesment that they were still plausibly natural-sized was suddenly looking a bit uncertain. If a girl with a fit bod had boobs as big as mine, she'd either won the genetic lottery or gone to see a surgeon. Then I remembered that the bandages were making them look a bit bigger than they actually were. Maybe they wouldn't look so outlandishly huge after all once the bandages came off... But I kinda hoped they would. I looked so hot with big tits! Turning to see my side profile I only felt hotter. My new tits thrust majestically outwards from my chest. They had so much... projection! It was impossible to resist touching them and as soon as I did, a moan escaped my lips. My boobs were still incredibly sensitive. Hell, if just one touch through a t-shirt and bandages felt this good, I was worried that I'd become an orgasmic wreck without the bandages.

Just then, a key turned in the dorm room's lock. It was Molly. I became frantic. What would I say to her? Thankfully I was facing away from the door so I had a few extra seconds to think...

"Oh, hi Penny," Molly greeted me, tossing her backpack onto her bed. She began to walk over to me. Shitshitshit-- "Where were you today? You missed all your... classes..." Molly had seen what I'd been futilely hiding from her and fell silent. I glanced sideways at my best friend. Her eyes were wide with surprise and she'd halted mid-step.

"Uh, Molly, there's something I should tell you..." I mumbled. I was blushing again.

"H-holy shit!" she exclaimed. "What happened to you? Your tits are HUGE!"

"I, er... I got a boob job," I mumbled, not daring to look at Molly. I had no idea how she'd take the news. She was usually understanding, but one could never tell with these things.

"No kidding! You look like a porn star!"

"I-I'm sorry, I should've told you but there just wasn't time..."

"Nevermind that, how do they feel? Can I touch them? You look so sexy, I'm jealous!"

"I, uh... What?" This was an unexpected reaction. I'd been prepared for understanding, disapproval or even anger but not jealousy.

"Can I touch them? I've always wondered what fake boobs feel like. I've kinda fantasized about getting a boob job myself..."

Talk about a shocker. I'd never even imagined that Molly would be one to want breast implants. She always seemed so happy with how she was. I mean, she was pretty flat-chested, but it suited her petite figure well.

"Uh... I guess?" was all I could manage in response to her question. Molly's face lit up. She couldn't keep her eyes off my newly augmented chest. She practically pounced on me, her both hands groping and caressing my new bust.

"C-careful, I just had surgery!" I squeaked.

"Oh wow, they're so big and firm!" Molly exclaimed in wonder.

"And sensitive!" I gasped. My face was blazing red. My tits felt so good...

"Are you planning to go bigger?" Molly asked with a lecherous leer.

"B-bigger? I only just got these!" An image of Donna swam across my mind. She did look hot... But no, I was barely naturally sized as it was!

"Aw." Molly was thoughtful for a while. "Y'know, I've never told you this before, but I've got a breast expansion fetish. The idea of boobs growing bigger and bigger until they just can't be contained..." Now it was Molly's turn to blush. I realized that we were both breathing raggedly, me from getting my sensitive boobs groped and massaged and Molly from her fantasies.

Molly finally let me go and took a step backwards. She looked at her feet for a moment, then straight into my eyes with an earnest expression on her face.

"Thank you for letting me live a little bit of my fantasies through you," she said. "Congratulations on your boob job. You look incredible."

"Uh, thanks..."

We retired to our respective beds in silence. I lay on my back staring at the ceiling, lost in thought. Molly had certainly liked my new boobs, possibly even more than me. Breast expansion... I had never thought such a fetish existed. What would it be like if my boobs just kept getting bigger? Me with boobs as big as Donna's... Or even bigger...

It wasn't that long until I got to remove the bandages, but it felt like forever. I think both me and Molly were counting the seconds until what we both started to call the Grand Unveiling. Molly was disappointed that she couldn't be there when the doctor unwrapped me because of her courses, but I promised her that she'd get to see the end results.

I'd expected to be much calmer than after my first operation, but Molly's enthusiasm had rubbed off on me. I sat in the doctor's office with my heart pounding like a machine gun as he carefully undid the bandages. I still didn't know just what I'd discover under them. I held my breath as the doctor removed the final layer of gauze... and revealed a pair of beautiful, perky, perfectly teardrop-shaped breasts that gracefully projected from my chest. They were simply stunning. I think I gasped "Wow!" out loud when I first saw them. It was obvious from how firm and gravity-defiant they were that they were fake, but I didn't care. It was love at first sight.

The doctor examined my beautiful new tits carefully, feeling them out for any faults or problems. The sensitivity of my boobs had gone down from the initial spike after the surgery, but they were still way more sensitive than they used to be, so the doc massaging my new sweater puppies made me all hot and bothered. I bit my lip and tried to think of something else, but that turned out to be impossible. I could only think of how sexy I now had to look. I felt a moistness between my legs. Maybe I should 'reward' the doctor...? No! Bad thought!

The doc gave me a clean bill of health. I thanked him profusely and hurried home, basking in the admiring gazes of passers-by. The increase in the amount of attention I was getting now that I had big fake boobs was incredible. Uh, not that I got them for the attention or anything! I could hardly wait to show my new twins to Molly. Or better yet, I wanted to really flaunt them at the strip club! It was amazing what becoming busty could do to one's mood. No trace of my depression remained. I felt happy and sexy again.

By the time I got home, I was so wet I was practically squelching with every step I took. It was the combined effect of my sensitive tits brushing against the fabric of my shirt and the aroused stares of the peopke around me. I desperately needed to get off. Unfortunately for me, Molly was already home. In fact, it looked like she'd never left, skipping the lectures of the day in favor of being there when I got home from my appointment. She jumped up from her bed when I opened the door, a gleeful smile on her face. A big pink vibrator lay nonchalantly on her pillow. Jeez, the girl really was more excited about my boobs than I was!

"So? How was it? No problems I hope! Can I see them now?" Molly bubbled, overcome by excitement. She shamelessly stared at my chest, fidgeting anxiously. At least she hadn't torn my clothes off me, I thought wryly.

"Uh, now's not really the best time..." I began. I really needed to duck somewhere private for some me time.

"Oh what! C'mon, you promised!" Molly exclaimed. "Pleaaase?" she whined, making puppy eyes at me.

"Oh alright, but let's hurry it up," I sighed. I took off my now-tight t-shirt, revealing the plain white post-surgery bra given to me by the doctor. I hadn't had time to go shopping, so it was still my only bra that fit me. Molly kept staring hungrily. The bra had a velcro strip on the front to make getting it off easier. I toyed with it, purposefully teasing Molly.

"Are you sure you want to see them?" I teased.

"Yes yes, hurry!" Molly whined, looking like she might explode from anticipation.

"Well get ready, here's the Grand Unveiling!" I proclaimed, pulling the bra open in one wide motion and thrusting my chest out. My beautiful new tits, their skin flush from my own arousal, jutted out to greet Molly. She was speechless, her mouth an O of astonishment. She reached out dreamily to touch them. I gasped as I felt her fingers on the sensitive, tight skin of my breasts. Molly began to knead and massage my firm boobs.

"Wow..." she breathed out. "They're gorgeous! So big and firm! Your doctor did a wonderful job. I wish I could afford a boob job... I'd pump my boobies so big..." She kept massaging me as if in a dream. Hearing her fantasies together with the gentle touch of her hands on my boobs pushed me finally over the edge.

"Ah, M-Molly, I... Ahhh!" I screamed, cumming hard from my big, sensitive tits. My legs went wobbly and I fell over backwards, pulling Molly down with me. I landed on my back and she faceplanted between my big boobs.

"Oh shit, Penny, you came?" Molly said, looking up into my eyes from between my breasts. "That was so hot! YOU'RE so hot! You're gonna be fighting off guys and gals with a stick!" she giggled. "Oh man, I'm gonna have to start visiting you at the strip club to see you dancing with these babies," she continued, giving my boobs a squeeze. I moaned in response, getting another giggle from Molly. She snuggled back between my twins and was silent for a moment. "Thank you," she said in a quiet, solemn voice.

I didn't know how to respond, so I settled for stroking Molly's hair. As I lay there on the floor of our shared room, smelling of sweat and sex, my best friend snuggling against my big new boobs, I couldn't help but smile. Going bigger was already proving to be the best choice I'd ever made.

There were a few changes in my daily life after the bandages came off from my E-cup beauties. First off, I re-did my wardrobe. I had to buy bigger bras of course, but while I was at it I realized that I felt unsatisfied with most of my old clothes, even the ones that still fit. I'd been wearing baggy, form-hiding clothes for as long as I could remember. It was a habit that stemmed from my insecurities regarding my body, but now those insecurities were just a bad memory. I felt sexy and wanted to dress accordingly. I began wearing low-cut tops and tight tees whenever possible. I got some skinny jeans and short skirts as well. I admit, I was showing off, but I felt I deserved it after all the years I spent feeling ashamed of myself.

I got an immediate response from the way people reacted to me. Previously, I'd gone mostly unnoticed. Now, admiring stares and whispered conversations followed me wherever I went. I... liked it. "Whoa, dude, look at that babe!" or "Check out the rack on her!" or "Isn't she in our class? I wonder if I could get her phone number" were common phrases I heard when walking on campus or waiting for lectures to begin. At first they made me blush, but then I started to take them as affirmations: Yes, I WAS sexy! A few guys nervously asked me out, but I turned them down. John was still too fresh in my memories.

Molly became something of a friend with benefits. She was just so enamored with me and my new tits. Add to that the fact that I was topless most of the time we were alone in our room on account of my tits' sensitive skin and she practically couldn't keep her hands off me. I wasn't really into girls myself, but she was just so damn skilled at boob massages that she could reduce me to a quivering, orgasmic wreck anyhow in a few short moments. Molly eagerly added me to her breast expansion fantasies and was soon producing BE fan fic and art starring yours truly. It was strange and a bit creepy at first, but honestly I was very flattered. And some of the BE morphs of me with even bigger, faker tits were so hot...

Another high point was when I returned to work at the strip club after healing enough. I had the clever idea to make my comeback in the same skimpy schoolgirl outfit I'd worn for my very first strip show, only now everyone would get to see a new, improved me in it. The silly little top had barely covered anything before, but now I was practically spilling out of it. I could see the crowd's reaction the moment I stepped onto the stage. I could practically HEAR blood rushing to crotches! There must've been so many hard dicks in the audience that night. That thought alone was enough to unleash my wild side. I gave the best show I'd ever done, wild and hot and animalistic as I leaped and spun and gyrated across the the stage and the dance pole. At an impulse I even went fully nude for the first time in my stripping career, my moist pussy glinting in the spotlights. I swear there were more than a few guys who had to excuse themselves to the bathroom at the sight of me! Tips showered onto me all night long, I probably made more money from tips than in all of my previous shows combined. Helena had been right, big fake tits really brought the money in!

And then there was Donna. She was almost as enthusiastic for my new bust as Molly. Of course, I was still dwarfed by Donna's immense jugs. To my surprise I realized I actually felt a pang of envy towards her. I thought she was maybe even a little bit bigger than the last time I'd seen her! I had to have a little chat with her, so as the night was beginning to wind down, I pulled her aside. We sat together at the bar, our tits proudly out for all to see; After all, that's what being a stripper was about.

"So what's on your mind, Penny?" Donna asked me as we sat there. She was sipping on a little brightly coloured drink; I had a glass of water, as I was still under 21.

"Well..." I began. I tried to think of the best way to approach the issue and settled for directness. "It's about your boobs. Are they, uh, is it just me or have they gotten bigger?"

Donna chuckled and sipped on her drink again. "No, it's not just you. I got a fill up just a few days ago."

"A fill up?" I asked, puzzled by the term.

"Oh, you didn't know? I've got saline expander implants, not silicone like yours. They've got this little fill port under the arm pit." She lifted up her arm and poked at her an area just under her boob. "See, it can be used to add more saline to my boobs and make them bigger."

"M-make them bigger? Wow!" I exclaimed. Right now expander implants sounded to me like the greatest invention ever. "So how big are they?"

"When you last saw them, around 1800 CCs. Now they're at 2000. My goal is 3000 CCs per breast. Gets me all wet just thinking about it," Donna said breathily. Another breast expansion fetishist? Who'd have thought!

"What does it feel like, y'know, when they add saline? Does it hurt?"

"Oh no. In fact, quite the opposite. It's such a rush to actually feel your boobs grow bigger, your skin tightening... Mmm..." Donna was caressing her big orbs, lost in thought. Then she snapped back to reality and pinned me with an intense gaze.

"What's with all the questions?" she asked with a smirk on her face. "You thinking of going bigger too?"

"Uh, maybe? Gosh, is that the time, I really have to go!" I said, making excuses to leave. I hadn't actually seriously given it much though, but bigger was beginning to sound better all the time...

After it became obvious that I was back in full strength with my stripping, and with the news of my big, sexy tits spreading, my popularity surged. I was soon second only to Donna in popularity. As a reward, I was given permission to give private strip shows. The club had several private booths that had to be booked before hand; As a result, they were usually reserved for the wealthiest patrons and as such, only the best strippers were allowed to give private shows. In other words, it was a big deal for me as it meant I'd get to meet rich customers and make a lot of tip money.

That's how I met Mike.

Mike was, in a word, cool. Like, sunglasses at night level of cool. He was around 30, had slicked back black hair and usually wore red silk shirts with black slacks. He always seemed laid back and relaxed, and he always had lots of cash. He never watched public dance shows, instead only going for private ones, and all the girls knew that if he picked you, you'd hit the jackpot. He tipped lavishly, easily giving more money in a single private show than could normally be earned in a full night. And I became his regular.

At first, I was a bit creeped out by Mike. He'd lounge there on the couch in the private booth entirely motionless, arms spread wide on the back rest, and just watch me dance with a smug smirk on his otherwise emotionless face. He didn't have any requests, hell, he didn't even speak. He'd picked me with just a gesture of the hand; I'd been confused and uncertain of following him into the booth, but a nod from Helena had been all the confirmation I'd needed. The one time I asked, he actually refused a lap dance. So for the first few times I danced for Mike, it really was strictly dancing. At the end of our private session, he'd hand me a huge wad of money and disappear into the night with no comment.

That changed the fifth time I was with him. I was about halfway through my dance routine when Mike suddenly leaned in. This was so unusual for him that I actually jumped from fright. I hastily resumed my dancing afterwards, but I felt embarrassed by my reaction.

"Your breasts. They're implants, yes?" Mike asked in a smooth voice, entirely unperturbed by the direct, private nature of his query. Even if they were currently out in the open for him to ogle, his directness made me blush.

"Uh, y-yes," I stammered. I was still dancing; He hadn't told me to stop and I had no reason to.

"I thought so. The incision scars are still faintly visible. How long have you had them?"

"Almost two months now," I answered dutifully. I could have refused to answer, but I saw no harm in his questions.

"I see. Tell me, have you considered... going bigger?" he asked, his voice still perfectly neutral and smooth. I tried to study his face; it was impossible to see any hints of what he was thinking.

"I..." I began, but faltered. His cool stare was getting to me. What the hell, might as well tell the truth. "Yes, I have. And I think I will, once I've saved enough money." There, I'd said it. Over the two months I'd had my silicone tits, I'd been constantly exposed to bigger busts than mine from both Molly's BE fantasies and Donna. Slowly but surely I'd started to feel an urge go from busty to REALLY busty, just to see what it would be like to have tits like Donna's.

"How big?" Mike asked curtly, still as unreadable as ever.

"I don't know yet. Bigger. Proper stripper tits at least," I replied and blushed some more at my own frankness.

Mike leaned back on his couch again and was silent. I focused on my dancing again, trying to ignore the fact that the first person I'd told about my plans to make my boobs even bigger was a complete stranger. After a few moments of silence, Mike leaned forwards again.

"I have a deal for you," he said. "Every time you feel like going bigger, I'll finance you. Every time. And, as an added incentive... I'll pay you one dollar for every cubic centimeter in your breasts afterwards."

I stumbled. He'd PAY me to pump my tits up? And from the sound of it, he was prepared to pay a lot! I could... I could make my boobs as big as I'd want and get rich from it! It sounded too good to be true. There had to be a catch.

"Okay, colour me intrigued, but... What do you gain from it?" I asked suspiciously.

"Why, the chance to see a beautiful young woman indulge herself to her heart's content," Mike answered with a wide grin. This was the first hint of emotion he'd shown yet aside from his usual smirk.

"Why me? Why not, say, Don-- Mirage?"

"Because you are just starting down this path and I get to be there for the whole trip," Mike replied smoothly.

I pretended to consider his offer, but really, I was already sold.

"Well... All right, you have a deal."

"Great! Here's my card. Contact me when you know what you want and we'll arrange it. You will not regret your decision." With that, Mike got up from his couch and left. I was left standing dumbfounded in the private booth clutching his card. The whole situation felt unreal.

The rest of the night was a blur. I had a few more shows, but I went through them like an automaton. Afterwards I walked home to the dorms, lost in thought. I was suddenly free to get another boob job, and this time I'd actually get paid more the bigger I went. But a question kept rattling around my brain: How big did I WANT to go?

Suddenly it hit me: I'd always wanted big, sexy tits, I just hadn't realized it! For someone like me who'd had body image issues for most of their life, nothing symbolized sexuality more than a great big rack. It had taken getting a second boob job and being fawned over by a breast expansion fetishist to open my eyes. I had big boobs now, but it wasn't enough. I wanted to be HUGE!

A big smile spread across my face and a bounce appeared in my step as I covered the rest of the way to the dorm room. Molly was sitting on her bed as I entered, surfing the internet on her laptop.

"Hey," she greeted without looking up. Whatever she was looking at had her engrossed, but I knew that wouldn't last.

"Molly?" I said, not bothering to hide the excitement from my voice. Molly looked up at me, puzzled by my tone. "You love big tits, so you must know all the big boob stars. Who're your favourites?" I asked sweetly.

"Well, uh, there's a few models I really like," Molly replied, bringing up a few pictures with such speed that it was obvious she looked at them a lot. Molly blushed, realizing this herself. Molly's preferences were plain to see from the pictures; All of the women in them had huge, fake tits. They looked so hot. "Uh. Why?"

"Oh, for reference. I'm getting another boob job," I said, savouring every word.

I think that's when Molly fainted.

Less than a week later I was ready to go under the knife again perhaps for the last time ever. I was beyond excited. It turned out that Mike was rich because he owned a multinational plastic surgery research company. He'd pulled out all the stops, gotten me the best plastic surgeon money could buy, a cute man in his late twenties, and even set me up to be installed with a pair of experimental expandable implants. They worked just like regular saline implants, except that theoretically, they had no upper size limit. The shell of the implants could absorb nutrients from food I ate to grow once the pressure inside them was high enough, thus allowing them to pumped up way bigger than their initial size. The only 'downside' was that I'd have to wait a bit between fill-ups to allow the shells to grow.

I was told that my boobs would look uber fake after the operation as a side effect of the experimental shells. I didn't care; In fact I liked the idea of my sexy new tits being obviously implants. I wanted the whole world to know! I wanted to be big and had nothing to be ashamed of after all. I told the doc to make my tits as big as possible, then dozed off under the effects of the anaesthetic.

I woke up in the recovery room with a reassuring feeling of weight on my chest. I eagerly opened my eyes and looked down. What I saw brought a huge smile to my face and a moistness to my pussy. There, rising majestically from the bed sheets, were two huge mounds wrapped tightly in bandages. I couldn't even see past them, they were so big now! They stuck out a full foot from my chest and were nigh-perfectly spherical. Obviously fake, just as the doctor had promised! Speaking of, he was sitting on a chair off to the side of the room and silently observing me. Right now, he was my favourite person in the world.

"How are you feeling, Miss Hill?" he asked me finally, a medical clipboard and a pen at the ready.

"Great, doc, just great! My boobs look stunning! How big are they?"

"I have good news in that regard. You have astonishing skin, Miss Hill, very healthy and... elastic. I could add far more saline into your breasts than is usually possible in one go," the doctor said.

"How big!?" I asked again with baited breath.

"3000 CC per breast, a frankly incredible 275% increase in volume. I've never seen anything like it before."

3000 CC! I was bigger than Donna! I nearly came when my mind processed the information. I had such huge fake tits now!

"H-how long until I can see them without the bandages?" I asked, struggling to maintain my composure. Inside, my mind was going 'IHAVEHUGEFAKEBOOBSIHAVEHUGEFAKEBOOBS' over and over again.

"Good news in that regard as well. After the surgery, we applied an experimental dermal regeneration gel to the incision area. Your body took to the gel well and recovered practically immediately. The bandages were just a precautionary measure, we can remove them at once."

"Then do it! Oh, I can't wait to see them!" I replied anxiously, sitting upright. It actually took me two tries; My chest was heavier than I expected.

The doctor got to work and soon my mindblowing new tits were bare. They were like twin basket balls stuck to my chest. Thick veins were visible under their stretched-taut skin. Even my areolas were bigger now, the rapid expansions to my boobs stretching them wide. My skin tingled and flushed in the cool air of the recovery room. They stuck out so far and had absolutely no sag! They were so proud, so majestic! I reached out to touch them but the doctor cleared his throat, stopping me.

"I still need to perform a post-op check up, of course," he said. I felt a bit annoyed now; I desperately wanted to feel my own huge, fake boobs.

"Fine," I replied grumpily, lowering my hands.

The doc moved in close to give me the inspection. He started with my right breast, gently cupping and feeling it. I gasped. I felt everything intensely. My boobs were now even more sensitive than before! As the doctor moved on with the checkup, probing my right boob with his fingers, my breathing became labored. His hands felt so good! My nipples hardened. Oh hell, he was going to make me cum!

"D-Doc! Ah! I, ah! AH! Aaahh fffuuuUUUUCK!" I screamed as my body seized up. I came hard, possibly harder than ever before. My tongue lolled out of my mouth and drool ran down my chin. With a start I realized my pussy was squirting juices, soaking the bedding. I'd never squirted before! My body spasmed and I fell backwards onto the bed, pulling my boob out of the doctor's hands and causing another tremor of pleasure to surge out.

I panted and wheezed, riding out several after orgasms. I don't know how much time passed, but when I recovered my senses, the doctor was staring intensely at the ceiling. He was blushing.

"I uh, I should have warned you," he began. "Your skin is still sensitive after the surgery and one of the side effects of the regeneration gel is, uh, also increased sensitivity of the skin." He fidgeted nervously with his clipboard and cleared his throat again. "Your sensitivity should return to normal in, uh, a couple of days."

"It's, huff, it's okay," I gasped. Unintended side effect or not, that had felt incredible! "Just finish your examinations, I can take it!"

The doctor looked at me for a moment and nodded. He'd finished with my right boob just as I came and so moved on to the left one. It turned out to be just as sensitive as my right boob. I was soon squirming on the bed again as every touch shot out waves of pleasure from my tit. I came a second time.

By now I was utterly exhausted. My legs and the bedsheets felt uncomfortably sticky and moist. I might have fallen asleep if not for the sensations still emanating from my newly augmented breasts... my gorgeous, firm, jutting breasts. I could hardly believe that I got to have them! It was hard not to touch them just to feel their firmness, but I managed to force myself to keep my hands away. Two powerful orgasms were enough for now! Besides, it was high time I got home to show my new and improved tits to Molly. I'd probably be cumming soon enough anyway.

I got off the bed meekly, trying to cover up the mess I'd made between the sheets as well as possible. I expected to be handed a new post-op bra but the doctor told me that they didn't have any in my size. I beamed with pride when he told me. I'd never been too big to easily find a bra before! It was as if I was now officially in the big tit leagues. I didn't really need a bra anyway with my tits as firm as they were.

So all that remained was to get dressed. I soon had my lower body covered, but I lingered for a bit before reaching for my shirt. My tits were just too damn gorgeous, I couldn't stop admiring them! It felt like a shame to cover them up... but covering up turned out to be a bit problematic as well!

I'd underestimated how big I'd be after the surgery. I mean, I'd only expected a few hundred more CCs in my boobs, not a few thousand! I'd turned up to the surgery in a snug little T-shirt, one that was just about skin-tight already but elastic enough that I didn't think it would be a problem. I thought it'd be a nice way to emphasize my growth afterwards! Well, turns out that having more than two thousand CCs added to my boobs made getting the shirt on a bit of a chore! I struggled to pull the tight fabric over my twin mounds, my breathing once again getting heavy from the feel of the fabric brushing against the sensitive skin of my boobs, until...

*RRRIP*

The shirt tore right down the middle of the front side almost halfway down its entire length. I was suddenly showing a whole lot of cleavage! With my expanded chest, the shirt barely even covered my boobs anyway. My stretched-wide areolas peeked out from under the edges of the tear. I looked like I was in the process of exploding out of my shirt! Looking at my reflection in a mirror in a corner of the room, I felt embarrassed by my suddenly flimsy top... but at the same time, I looked hot. Like, REALLY hot! My obviously augmented tits busting through my shirt, my equally obvious lack of bra and my erect nipples digging into what remained of my shirt all made me sexy as hell. Who cared that I was practically indecently exposing myself!

People blatantly stopped to stare at me as I strutted home, proudly thrusting out my chest. It was so hot, watching my huge new tits sway back and forth in front of me! At the same time, with every step I took my shirt rubbed against my tits and my rock-hard nipples. It felt almost unbearably good! My pussy was getting wetter by the second and I was starting to get worried that I'd end up cumming right in the middle of a public street! I tried to hurry home, but that only made the rubbing worse. By the time I reached the dorms, I was a horny mess, my pussy drooling down my thighs. I needed to get off so, so badly! I realized with a start that I hadn't had sex, real, actual sex, since my break up with John months ago. Even though I'd only done it a few times so far, my body was suddenly aching to be penetrated.

I staggered resolutely on, feeling the leery gazes of the other students in the dorm on me. Thinking back, I was in such a state that if anyone had made a proposal to me, no matter how indecent, I would have agreed just to feel release. I finally reached the safety of me and Molly's dorm room, clumsily entered and collapsed onto my bed, my fingers already inside my pussy before I hit the mattress. I gasped and moaned as I worked myself over, one hand busy down below, the other groping needily at my jutting, oh-so-sensitive bust. I orgasmed quickly, squirting lube in a wide arc across the room, but it wasn't enough to sate me. I kept going, soon firing off another orgasm, then a third.

That finally calmed me down and I lay panting on my bed, a sticky, sweaty mess. My huge fake tits thrust defiantly towards the ceiling. Even now I found them almost irresistible, with their impossible roundness and firmness and still erect nipples. It was then that I suddenly became aware of a noise coming from right next to me.

It was Molly. She'd been there the whole time.

In my rampant horniness, I hadn't realized Molly was there. She'd seen my entire solo masturbation act. I guess she'd enjoyed it, because right now she was busy jilling off herself.

"Hey," I smiled at her wearily. "Wanna touch them?"

Life got a lot more fun after my third boob job. I loved having giant, jutting tits. I felt so sexy and special for being bigger than anyone else on campus. The rumors swirling around me intensified once it became obvious that I had fake tits, but I found that I no longer cared. Let them gossip! They were just lies after all, and it felt somehow empowering to have everybody jealous of me, even if the jealousy was based on untruth. It gave me a certain air of mystery.

In reality, I still wasn't having any sex. This was actually starting to become a problem. Despite what the doctor had said, the sensitivity in my boobs wasn't dying down. As a result, I was incredibly horny all the time. It was hard to focus in class when even the cool, air conditioner breeze touching the exposed flesh of my boobs was almost enough to bring me to orgasm. And oh yes, there was always exposed flesh! It was hard to shop for my size, and that inevitably left me wearing tops too small for my basket ball sized boobies to properly fit into. Hefty cleavage became the norm. Luckily I didn't mind showing off my enhanced twins! But yeah, I started to masturbate a LOT, even at school. I even had to skip a few lectures just to duck into a bathroom to get off. I really needed to get a boyfriend.

The lingering sensitivity wasn't the only side effect I was experiencing. Remember how the experimental shells of my implants could absorb nutrients from food I ate to grow? Well, I hadn't expected how hungry I'd be as a result. Not all the time, I mean I still had the same eating schedules as before. It's just that when I did eat, I had to eat a lot more to feel sated. Like, at least twice as much as before, sometimes even more! At least I'm wasn't putting on any weight, but the big fake titty babe stuffing her face with hamburger after hamburger at the cantina turns more than a few heads. Incidentally, I could actually feel the pressure in my chest gradually dropping as the implant shells expanded. Of course my boobs weren't actually getting any bigger (shame!) but they were slowly starting to have a bit of jiggle to them. Man, the wonders of modern medicine!

Naturally I had to redo my entire wardrobe again. The only one of my old tops that I could still get on without tearing it was, surprisingly, this little lime green t-shirt I'd had since before graduating. Turned out it was made of some really elastic synthetic fabric that could stretch and stretch without tearing. Of course, with my size this still meant that it was no longer anywhere near long enough to actually cover my whole torso. It barely covered my tits! The amount of underboob left visible when I wore it made it clear that I wasn't wearing a bra... That is, if my always erect nipples didn't do that already!

But as much as I loved turning heads on campus and during lectures, what I'd really looked forward to was getting back to stripping and wowing the crowd with my enhanced assets. I was especially looking forward to meeting Mike again and showing what he'd gotten for his money! A tiny competitive part inside me also wanted to see Donna's face when she saw that I'd already overtaken her in the chest department! I didn't really need to take a break from stripping what with the regenerative gel treatment I'd received, but Helena wouldn't have any of it and insisted I spent at least a week recuperating just to make sure everything was okay.

So once that obligatory week of recovery was over, I eagerly stuffed my giant tits into the now-tiny T-shirt I mentioned and headed for the club. I couldn't wait to get on stage! I felt that my jugs were meant to be shared with the world, so with a bounce in my step and, thanks to the softening implant shells, in my tits, I walked on, once again basking in the astonished stares of bystanders.

When I entered the club, my presence didn't go unnoticed. It was as if all noise suddenly died down. I stood there in the doorway, hands on my hips, my huge new tits straining against my tiny little top, and soaked in all the attention I was getting. I'll never forget the look on Donna's face in particular when she saw me. She stared at me, eyes wide, mouth gaping, and tried to form some words.

"I... You? B-but how!?" was all she could initially manage. I strutted over to her like I was a queen in her kingdom, countless eyes following me as I went. As I reached Donna, it was immediately obvious that I was now much bigger than her. I felt proud, like I'd accomplished something special. I loved Donna, but equally as much I loved showing off to her that I'd reached her goal size way faster than her. What's more, since I was quite a bit shorter than her, my tits looked that much bigger on me than they would've looked on her!

"They're so big!" Donna finally managed, grabbing my tits without waiting for my permission. I let out an involuntary moan. I was still horny as fuck and my boobs were as sensitive as ever. "How'd you do it? You didn't even have 1000 CCs in them a week ago!"

"Well, the doctor said it's thanks to my skin. Turns out it's way elastic or something," I replied.

"Wow, I'm sooo jealous... I had to have three operations to get to my size and you're already bigger after just two!" Donna gasped. She continued to grab and squeeze my bazongas to the gleeful delight of the club's patrons.

"Uh, Donna, how about we move to the dressing room before things get out of hand," I said, noting the customers' reactions. With a start, Donna realized what she was doing in public, let me go and nodded meekly.

We sat together in the dressing room, Donna firing away question after question to me. I told her everything about Mike, our deal and my experimental implants. After all, I had no reason not to tell everything to my friend. I was glad to see that even though she was jealous, Donna was also genuinely happy for me.

"You're so lucky," she said after I'd finished explaining. "If I'd known about Mike before I got my tits, you can bet I'd have hogged him all to myself!" she grinned. "Congratulations, Penny, you look stunning."

"Thanks, Donna. It means a lot to me to hear that from you," I replied. We shared a hug, our big fakies pressing into each other.

After that, I had to prepare for work. I was left alone in the dressing room as Donna returned to work herself. I felt giddy. Not only had I just had an enjoyable boobie conversation with Donna, I was about to go on stage and really show off my recent improvements! I was so fucking wet though. I wished I had time to masturbate just to take the edge off before my show, but unfortunately I was on a tight schedule.

Since this would be my first performance after my latest operation, I wanted to again wear the schoolgirl outfit I'd worn for my first ever show and the one after my second boob job. I felt it would be a nice way to show how much bigger my babies had gotten. Trouble was, I was now so much bigger than the last time I'd worn the outfit that its top probably wouldn't fit me at all. Hell, even the last time I'd worn it back when my boobs were still just E cups it had barely covered anything.

Still, I wanted to at least try it on. Sure enough, the flimsy little top was now so small on me that I couldn't tie the knot that normally went under my boobs. Instead, the little shirt was left untied, its sides hanging limply on top of my sexy balloon tits. The cloth didn't even reach down to my nipples! But I had to say, that only made the whole getup better. It really emphasized my growth! Sure, my tits were basically uncovered with their nips and stretched areolae in plain sight, but I doubted anyone would mind. I didn't even try to get on the red bikini top that came with the outfit.

The rest of the outfit went on just as easily as always, though I had to leave out the thong as well. I tried it on but my wet pussy immediately soaked it through! I'd just have to go commando, my pussy naked under the little miniskirt. There was something lewd about the sensation of not wearing anything under a skirt, but what I was doing was pretty lewd anyway so I ignored the feeling.

Just as I finished with the outfit and my makeup, Donna's voice came on the speakers. It was time for my show. I got up and took one last look at my reflection in the big dressing room mirror. Damn I was sexy!

"Good evening, folks, it's the moment you've all been waiting for!" Donna's voice blared on the speakers. "She's been away to improve herself, if y'know what I mean, and now she's back to give you all a night to remember! Give it up for... SUGAR TITS!"

Oh Donna. I couldn't help but chuckle as I headed for the curtains that cut off the main club area from the backstage. Sugar Tits? Well, I had to admit that the name fit. My tits were pretty great. The name felt like something I could wear with pride. Yeah, I thought, I think I'll be Sugar Tits from now on.

The crowd went wild the moment I stepped onto the stage. My huge fake jugs swung from side to side as I did my best sexy strut down the raised dais towards center stage. I couldn't stop smiling. The crowd loved me. I was sexy and I knew it. The only problem was my wet, naked cunny, which was even now drooling heavily down my thighs. I'd have to be careful not to slip on my own juices!

My show went nigh-perfectly. At first I had some trouble with my boobs, as I wasn't quite used to my new center of gravity, but I soon got the hang of it and was dancing as well as ever. I had a bit of an embarrassing moment went I leaped onto the stripping pole and slid down it, only for my pussy to make a loud, wet squeaking noise as the moist skin was rubbed against the metal of the pole. I'm not sure anyone other than me noticed as it was quite loud in the club after all, but I did end up feeling a bit flustered.

By the end of the show I was completely naked. At one point I wrapped my firm twins around the pole and ground them up and down. That went over really well, though I did end up having a minor orgasm from my tits. All in all I had a lot of fun and got quite a few tips. If I'd ever had any doubts about getting stripper-sized fake cans, tonight would have washed them away.

After my show I was resting in the dressing room when one of the other girls passed a note to me. It was from Mike. He'd requested a private show from me. I felt like I couldn't refuse, not that I wanted to. After all, Mike had paid for my boobs and he hadn't seen them once after my operation. I quickly refreshed my makeup and put on a very basic stripper outfit consisting of a bikini and some high heels after which I hurried over to Mike's usual booth.

He was already waiting there, sitting back as relaxed as ever... though to my satisfaction, he did lean forward with a big grin when he saw me enter. He couldn't take his eyes off my chest!

"How big?" he asked in a throaty voice without even greeting me. I think he probably had at least a vague idea of how big my boobs were now, but I still couldn't help relishing the moment. I smiled.

"Three. THOUSAND." I replied, squeezing my huge jugs together. "Three thousand CCs of saline per breast, courtesy of your skilled doctor."

Mike's grin got even wider as he processed what I'd just said. He nodded with satisfaction and leaned back again. I took this as my que and started dancing. It was then that I noticed a bulge in Mike's pants. I bit my lip. My arousal was starting to grow again and here, right in front of me, was an equally aroused man. I tried to push the thought out of my mind but as I kept dancing, I got more and more horny and the thought, no, urge grew stronger. I'm sure Mike could see how horny I was. After all, I was so wet my bikini bottom looked like I'd been swimming.

I got in closer to Mike and began to dance in his lap. My round tits were right in his face. I could feel his bulge press against me. I couldn't resist anymore.

"Mike," I whispered into his ear. "I want to thank you properly..."

Mike actually blushed, which I hadn't expected. He didn't falter, though, and looked me right in the eyes.

"Use your breasts," he said.

My breasts? I thought, puzzled. Oh, he wanted a tit fuck! I'd never done one before and was only vaguely aware of their existence. Back when I was with John, I hadn't been big enough to give him one, not that he'd even asked. Thinking back, sex with John had been very plain. Missionary position, him on top, nothing else.

I smiled, trying to look like I knew what I was doing, and crouched between Mike's legs. Now his bulge was level with my face. I swallowed anxiously. I hadn't had sex in so long I barely remembered what a dick looked like. Nervously, I undid the zipper on his pants, fished his member out and...

Holy fuck, he was HUGE! Mike's penis was at least twice as long as John's had been and as thíck as my wrist! He must've been at least ten inches long! I stared in astonishment at the massive, meaty rod as it swayed gently in the dim lights of the private booth. It had bulging veins running its entire length and the tip was an angry, beet-red color. I didn't think dicks as big as his really existed outside of porn! Good thing Mike hadn't asked to fuck me, because I was certain his monster member wouldn't fit into my tight little pussy at all. My big titties, on the other hand, seemed like the perfect fit for that meaty pole.

Mike was looking down at me, somewhat amused by my reaction. I suddenly felt very aware of and embarrassed by my lack of sexual experience. I also felt like an idiot. Duh, of course everyone'd want to fuck my big, sexy, balloon tits! I should've, I dunno, practiced giving titfucks or something. With a toy of course. Well, it was too late for that. I grabbed my boobs and leaned in closer...

"Ah ah," Mike admonished me. "Lube first."

Lube? What was he talking about? We didn't have any-- Oh, I see. Mike wanted me to use my mouth to lube his member up. I... wasn't thrilled by the prospect. It was another thing I'd never done before and I wasn't eager to find out what dick tasted like. I'd heard it wasn't good. Some kinda bitter taste? But, well, at the same time the whole situation felt like such a departure from what I knew and was comfortable with that I figured that one more thing wouldn't hurt.

Letting go of my boobs, I instead grabbed Mike's stiff rod at its base with both of my hands. Fucking hell, it was big enough to still poke out a good few inches! It felt hot in my hands and I could feel veins pulsing against my palms. I swallowed nervously. It made sense to start with the knobby bit at the end of his shaft, so very gingerly I gave it a lick. I was prepared for the worst, but the taste wasn't actually all that bad. A bit salty and bitter maybe, but otherwise nothing special.

Seeing that there was nothing to be afraid of, I really dove into lubing Mike's cock up in preparation for my first ever titfuck. I ran my tongue up and down his entire length, trying to be as generous with my saliva as possible. This got a reaction from Mike, whose breathing was suddenly labored. I smiled. It was actually pretty fun, seeing him enjoy my ministrations so much! Without thinking, my left hand slipped between my thighs as my right supported the impressive cock. Soon I was breathing heavier as well.

I think I got a bit carried away lubing Mike's dick, as he eventually stopped me by grabbing my shoulder. I looked up. Mike had a pained grin on his face.

"I think... I think that's enough," he gasped. "Wouldn't want to... end things too soon, eh?"

I gave his dick one last teasing lick, taking pleasure from the lusty groan I received from Mike in return, but complied and let go of him. I pulled back a bit and looked up at him with big, innocent eyes.

"Do you want my big, fake boobies now?" I asked in a playful tone. "The big, FIRM saline balloons you bought and paid for?"

"Oh god yes," Mike gasped, almost lurching towards me.

"Okay then, Mister Moneybags, here's your reward!" I thrilled. I grabbed my boobs again, pulled them apart a bit (They were still stiff enough to make me work for it) and latched them around Mike's girthy dong.

Even with my melons, the tip of Mike's dick peeked out from my valley of cleavage. And lemme tell you, having his big, turgid member between my firm mams felt so hot! It felt... right, I guess, like I'd had a subconscious need to get a cock between my boobs ever since I had them properly enlarged. And speaking of feels, oh man, I could feel every inch of Mike's hot, throbbing dick against the sensitive skin my jugs! I could already tell that I'd be cumming hard from my tit fuck the moment I'd start to really grind against Mike! So naturally I didn't waste any time and pumped my firm balloons against Mike's length like my life depended on it.

I could tell how much Mike was enjoying my boobs from how much he was panting and groaning and it was every bit as good for me. I LOVED the feeling of his veiny meat stick dragging along the bare skin of my tits! The dick tip constantly peeking from my cleavage suddenly looked so invitingly delicious that I couldn't resist it. I craned my neck as far as I could just so I could lick and suck on Mike's dong as well as tit fuck it.

I was in heaven. All the built-up sexual tension I'd been gathering seemed to vanish in a blissful union of tit and cock. I was already cumming hard by the time Mike hit his limit. Luckily my mouth was positioned just right to catch his cumshot. Right there and then it tasted like the best thing ever. I greedily gulped down Mike's jizz which he seemed to be pumping out in an endless stream. I didn't want the moment to stop, everything was so perfect! And what's more...

I could feel his cum in my tits.

It's hard to explain, but the moment I swallowed his sperm, I felt this sort of tingle in my boobs. I'd later find out from my doctor that the proteins in cum where just what my implants needed to produce more shell material. I dunno if it was by conscious design or just a happy coincidence, but it turned out that jizz basically supercharged the implant growth process, speeding it up like a week's worth of hamburgers. I could practically feel my shells softening as cum flooded my gullet!

Of course, right then I had no idea what was actually happening in my tits. All I knew was that I was feeling incredible. I wanted to swallow every drop of cum Mike had in him. I think something changed inside me that night.

Eventually, Mike stopped cumming and I let go of him, collapsing backwards in my own post-orgasmic bliss. Little aftershocks shook my body, while Mike leaned back and breathed heavily.

After a few moments of rest, I managed to push myself up on my elbows and looked at Mike. His dick was growing softer now, with a single forlorn drop of cum dangling from its tip. But I knew...

I knew I hadn't had enough.

I forced myself upright on tired legs and climbed into Mike's lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. I didn't really think about what I was doing, I was beyond that. I just had a need, an itch that hadn't been scratched in a long time.

"I need you inside me," I whispered to Mike, pushing my firm tits against his chest. A part of me was shocked at my own frankness; I hadn't known Mike that long, if I could say I knew him at all, and here I was propositioning him for some hardcore sex in a VIP booth at my place of work! It didn't even occur to me that sex with clients was strictly forbidden. Hell, I'm pretty sure Donna had had her fair share of really 'intimate' private dances!

I was a bit worried that Mike wouldn't feel up to it so soon after cumming, but as soon as I'd whispered into his ear, I could feel his cock harden against my butt cheek. I'd been scared of it at first, what with it being frigging enormous and all, but right now that didn't matter. I needed to be penetrated. I'm not sure it even mattered who was doing the penetrating.

I smiled in gleeful anticipation as I raised myself higher, guided Mike's dick to my entrance and pushed down with my hips. I screamed. I could feel my tight pussy stretch wide around his bulbous tip and girthy shaft. It hurt, but at the same time it felt mind-blowingly good. Ohh how I'd needed this, all those times ducking shamefully into a bathroom for a quick fingering! I rode Mike hard, my big, fake boobs pushed into his face as I impaled myself on his girder-like cock over and over. Mike helped me along by running his tongue all over my cans and nipples. I could feel another earth-shattering orgasm building up.

I think I got a bit loud at this point. It's hard to remember exactly because my mind was blanketed by raw pleasure. I pounded away on top of Mike, my pace increasing as I got closer to the edge. Placing my hand on my abdomen, I could actually feel the shifting bulge of Mike's thick shaft stretch my skin. The skin of my abdomen felt as tightly stretched as that of my tits, a feeling I'd grown to love. I was in heaven, my screams and moans ringing out in praise of over-endowed sex.

"Cum for me!" I screamed. "Give me your cum, I'm cumming!" I could feel Mike's member swell even more as if on demand as we both prepared to cum hard. With one final slam of my hips against his, we both came simultaneously. I screamed incoherently as thick ropes of seed spilled into me. Mike seemed to have an endless supply of the stuff. Even though he'd already cum once his orgasm went on and on, enough cum surging into me to actually round out my belly a bit. As for me, my quivering cunny tried to milk Mike's balls for every last drop they had and certainly received more than it bargained for! I never thought getting creampied could feel that good.

When Mike's orgasm finally ended, we were both utterly spent. He slumped backwards on the couch and I collapsed on top of him, too weak to keep myself upright. Mike's softening prick flopped out of my now-gaping cunt followed by a spurt of cum as my insides could finally begin to empty out Mike's tremendous load. Great big globs of cum oozed lazily out of my ravaged pussy and onto the couch.

"Before... Before I forget," Mike panted, groping around for his wallet. He fished out 3000 dollars in cash, one dollar for each CC in my breasts, just as he'd promised. In all honesty, I'd completely forgotten about our deal.

"For you," he said simply, placing the huge wad of bills onto a table. Who even carries around that much cash? I kinda felt like I was being paid for sex, but honestly, that only made the whole scene kinkier. I smiled weakly. I was too tired to thank Mike properly.

"I... I have to go," Mike said, gently but firmly pushing me off him and getting up. "Thank you. You were amazing."

"Mmmm," was all I could manage in reply. I was kinda high on cum. My tits were still tingling pleasantly from the cum I'd swallowed and my abdomen felt tight and bloated around the slowly emptying load inside me.

Mike left me alone in the booth. I floated in a pink fluffy cloud of pleasure for an indeterminate while. Eventually it faded and I was back in reality. My pussy felt puffy, swollen and sore. Utterly tired, I managed to drag myself back to the dressing room. I was still butt naked and oozing cum, but luckily the room was empty.

I sat down heavily in front of the big dressing room mirror and looked wearily at my reflection. I was a mess, my hair tangled and sticky from stray cum, my makeup smeared all over the place, my skin shiny wih a film of drying sweat and cum... But even in my current state, I had to admit that I was hot as fuck. My twin balloons looked a bit softer than a few hours earlier, which I confirmed by giving them a good squeeze. My body was fit and toned from all the dance practice and for the first time ever I realized my face was actually quite pretty. As the saying goes, I'd do me.

But there was something bothering me about my reflection. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. My big fake tits were perfect, my face was gorgeous and I had a rocking bod, so what could it be?

It wasn't until I got up and turned sideways to look at my side profile that it hit me. While up front everything was fuckin' hot, at the back was a different story. My bum was small and flat, hardly what you'd call sexy. A wicked thought crossed my mind, making me smile. I'd just received three grand and had plenty more money saved away from my stripping... I could easily afford some butt implants to give my ass a bit more oomph! And come to think of it, my lips could be a bit plumper as well... My mind started racing out of control as it filled with possibilities. Why not get my hair done, make it a sexy blonde? Maybe some hair extensions! Ooh, and piercings! And y'know I've never really liked my nose... I knew what I wanted to do. All my life I'd been pretty plain and unremarkable. Well, those days had been over ever since I'd started stripping. Now it was time to go all the way. I wanted to turn myself into the perfect sex bomb!

Actually, come to think of it my boobs could do with a fill up too...

I strutted down a hallway at the college. There was no-one around, since the lectures for the current time slot were almost halfway done already. In other words, I was late as hell, but I didn't care one bit.

It was early Fall, the first day of the first week of school after the summer break. It had been a busy one for me. I'd first met Mike in late Spring, not long before school ended. Four months had passed since then. I'd turned twenty, spent some time with friends and family and had a blast in general. Well, the people who hadn't seen me in a while, my family included, were a bit awkward around me at first when they saw how much I'd changed, but they soon relaxed when they realized I was still the same person, just a lot happier and more... outgoing than before. And boy had I changed!

Fast forward a few months. I pushed open the lecture hall door and strode confidently in. The lecturer turned from the chalkboard to face me, his expression of annoyance rapidly changing into one of shock and surprise. The hundred or so students present all turned to see what had caused the lecturer's reaction. Two hundred eyes followed me as I walked towards an empty seat, my butt flexing against my tight pants with every step, my tits barely quivering.

I reached my seat and sat down. It took a bit of effort; My big, round bubble butt was just a teensy bit too big to fit in it properly. After I managed to squeeze myself in, I leaned forwards, resting my 30 000 CC monster tits on the desk in front of me. Nipples bigger than the breasts of most of the girls there bulged delightfully obscenely against my skimpy tube top. Several inches of my dishplate-sized areolae were clearly visible around the hem of the top. Nipple rings the size of door knockers traced their outline against the taut top as well. I looked at the stunned lecturer over my nigh-bottomless valley of cleavage.

"Please... Continue," I said, a smile on my plump, swollen lips. I smiled partly because I could feel the astonished gazes of the people around me taking in every inch of my stunning body and partly because the twelve inch vibrator buried to the hilt in my cooch had just whirred to life. Life was good.

So how'd this happen, I hear you ask. It's a reasonable question. I mean, just a few months ago my boobs were these 3000 CC mosquito bites! Not to mention my frankly non-existant ass. How'd I go from such a plain Jane to the stunner dropping jaws and tenting pants everywhere? Well...

My first hook-up with Mike was something of an eye opener for me. It was the first time I'd really enjoyed sex. Hell, with the increase in my libido after my boob jobs, enjoyment is too mild a word. I LOVED having Mike's big, thick dick inside me. Not only that, I discovered cum was a shortcut to get my implant shells to expand faster! Needless to say, I started to have a lot more sex after that. Oh, not just with Mike of course, I mean he was a busy guy! There were also Larry, Sam, Max, Jules, Bill... Well, you get the idea. Ooh, this one time I met up with the entire college football team! That was really fun, not to mention educational! Turns out my skin isn't flexible just in my chest. My pussy is really stretchy too! Or maybe I'm just getting used to sex? Whatever. The footballers were so eager, it was pretty adorable really. In the confusion three of them stuck their dicks inside my cunt at once! It was kinda scary at first, but it felt really nice to be so full of cocks. Afterwards they were kinda embarrassed about it and ended up paying me quite a bit of money. I hadn't asked for it but they wanted to anyway! Score!

Anyway, all the cum I was swallowing was making my implants grow way faster than my surgeon had expected. My boobs were actually starting to sag a bit! I loved having firm bolt-on tits, so that just wouldn't do. I booked an appointment for a fill-up soon after the summer break began. While I was at it, I figured I could squeeze in some of the other body modifications I'd been planning.

I decided to start with the butt implants, because that's where I was lacking the most. I really needed a bubble butt to match my balloon tits! It was a more painful operation than my boob jobs had been mainly because it was hard to sit down for a while afterwards, but boy was it worth it! You know what's almost as fun as having a lot of cleavage to show? Having butt cleavage! After getting butt implants, my old clothes were just small enough for my juicy new bubble butt to peek out naughtily. I loved it! And so did Mike, the way he reamed me when I next saw him. Anal is fun!

Incidentally, my new butt implants are also an expandable variety, the same experimental type as my boobs. I figured it made sense to get the same type if I ever wanted to maintain some balance between my tit size and my ass size. Of course, now my butt is super sensitive too! It feels sooo good just to have it rubbing against my tight jeans.

While I was having the butt implants installed, the doctor also transplanted some of the fat (what little there was) from my buttocks to my lips. I know, it sounds a bit weird when I put it that way, but there's no arguing with the results! My lips are now gorgeously plump and inviting. I almost can't resist licking them! I've been told repeatedly that they feel really good for others as well...

I saved the best, namely the fill-up for my tits, for last. I'd heard from Donna that it would feel great and I wanted to savour it. I only had one instuction for the boob doc: Make 'em as big as you can! The longer I'd had my huge fake boobs the more I loved having them. Now I wanted to go all the way and get boobs big enough to compete with the biggest bust porn stars!

The doctor informed me that realistically I'd be looking at only a few hundred CCs of growth. I told him to stuff his expectations and fetch all the saline they had! He grumbled and griped for a bit but I held my ground and made it clear that anything less than few THOUSAND CCs was too little by far. The doc notified a nurse, who wheeled in what looked like a pump with tubes attached to a barrel that read 'medical-grade saline' on the side. I felt giddy at the thought of all that saline going into my tits, making them so impossibly big and firm...

The doctor ordered me to strip off my top and lay down on an operating table. I wasn't going to need surgery, but the doc explained that this would make it easier for me to adjust to the growing weight of my boobs. I had my top off before the doc had finished speaking. I loved how he went all red and embarrassed at the sight of my twins! Him, a professional who worked with boobs all day!

I lay on the table, wondering gleefully how big I'd end up. My tits sagged a bit against me, not so proud and firm and jutting now that the implant shells had expanded so much. Well, that was gonna change! The nurse wandered over to attach the saline tubes to the fill ports of my implants. Up close I could see that she, too, had obviously augmented tits, though by far smaller than mine, probably less than a thousand CCs per tit. She made a little disapproving noise when she observed my tits, and I'm sure she meant for me to hear it. Hah, she must've been jealous! And with good reason, her tiny mosquito bites were nothing compared to my balloons, let alone what they were soon going to be!

The doctor flicked a switch on the pump and the machine whirred to life, chugging and puttering as it began to push saline through the tubes. This was it! My heart pounded inside my chest as I awaited with nervous anticipation for the liquid to traverse the tubes and reach my implants. And when it finally did... oh man! I could feel the cool liquid as it surged into my breasts. Immediately my breasts began to feel bigger and more taut, their skin resisting the expansion. I moaned loud. It felt sooo good! I was practically cumming from the sensations emanating from my oversensitive tits. It made me so unbearably wet and horny! I couldn't resist and slipped a hand inside my pants, masturbating right there on the surgical table as my tits grew bigger by the second. The jealous nurse made some protests, but I didn't care, I felt too good!

"More!" I screamed, desperate to feel even better. "Make me bigger!"

Out of the corner of my eye I saw the doc shrug and flip the pump to a higher setting, increasing the flow to my tits. I screamed with pleasure unlike anything I'd felt before. I looked down to see my boobs slowly balloon outwards and grinned from ear to ear. I reached down with the hand that wasn't busy with my pussy to cop a feel of my growing chest. I could feel my breasts grow bigger and firmer, constantly pushing my hand further away from me!

"Er, Miss Hill..." the doctor said uncertainly. "We've now added 500 CCs to your implants, which is already more than recommended in one sitting. I recommend we stop here and continue at a later date if you still wish to enlarge your breasts. I expect you already feel considerable discomfort in your chest."

"Fuck that!" I screamed. "More! I want more!" Besides, what was that about discomfort? I only felt a slight tightness in my chest and even that was almost masked by the immense pleasure I was feeling from the growth.

As my growth continued, the hand groping my swelling tits felt something unexpected against its palm. My nipples, rock hard from my excitement, were growing bigger too! Somehow they were expanding in tune with my boobs, keeping in proportion with them. Of course, with my tits already huge and constantly growing bigger as more saline filled them, my nipples were soon bigger and thicker than my thumbs! I gave one of the swelling nipples a squeeze and immediately howled with pleasure.

I came. My pussy twitched and spasmed around my fingers as my wetness squirted between them. I was making a mess of the operating table, but I felt too good to care. My orgasm continued unabated, the constant pleasure from my ballooning boobs and sensitive nipples adding fuel to the raging fires of my lust.

"Miss Hill, we really should stop here..." the Doc protested feebly.

"Don't you dare! I can still take more!" I replied angrily. I managed to glance sideways at the pump. An indicator on its side showed that 1000 CCs had now been pumped into my boobs. A good start but far from enough to satisfy me.

At that point, I was too blissed out to really pay attention to the world around me, but I noticed movement in the corner of my eye. It was the jealous nurse skulking towards the saline pump, looking at me with fearsome eyes. A sudden fear gripped me. Was she going to cut off my expansion so soon? I suspect that's what she wanted to do, too, but, well...

She gripped a valve on the side of the pump and yanked hard, a triumphant grin on her face. Only she yanked it too hard and in the wrong direction to boot! The valve came off with a clank, the nurse looking at the little metal thing in her hand with surprise. The pump got louder as it switched to the highest setting it could go, a stream of saline inflating the tubing to capacity as a huge volume of liquid surged through it.

"Oh..." I breathed as I slowly understood what was going to happen. "Ohhh!"

"Nurse! What have you done!" the doctor yelled at the nurse, his voice a mixture of anger at her and concern for me. He ran over to the pump, desperately trying to turn it off, but it was too late. The massive surge of saline reached me.

"Oh GOD YESSS!" I screamed as my tits practically exploded outwards from my chest, growing at a staggering rate. I desperately held onto my babies with both hands like my life depended on it, savoring the feeling of them growing ever heavier and firmer. Angry purple veins popped into view along my increasingly mountaineous rack as the pressure inside it grew and grew. At the back of my mind I registered a sense of uncomfort, maybe even pain, but the vast sea of pleasure I was floating in easily drowned it.

The volume indicator on the pump became a blur as hundreds of CCs of saline were forced into my increasingly heavy and tight twins. 1500 whizzed across the indicator, then 2000... 3000... The doctor looked worried, but I only felt a mind-blowing sense of pleasure. Every nerve on my ballooning boobs screamed with it.

"BIGGER BIGGER BIGGER!" I chanted, utterly addicted to the sensation of growth. My boobs expanded out of my grasp, almost too big now for me to reach my nipples, two gigantic, rock-solid spheres sticking out and up from my ribcage. My monster tits were big enough to stick well past my sides and they were still growing! My nipples had swollen large enough for me to grip them like handles. My orgasm was still going strong, showing no signs of slowing down. If I hadn't been so high on pleasure, I might have been worried by the increasingly visible veins and the reddening skin, but I still felt only mild discomfort. But then...

*CLUNK*

The pump gurgled and shuddered to a halt.

"Nooooo," I wailed. "Mmmmoooore!" I begged. I wasn't big enough! I wanted to feel even better!

"I, ah..." the doctor began uncertainly. "I'm afraid we've run out of saline."

My orgasm began to finally die down as it dawned on me that the day's excitement was over. I forced myself to calm down, my breathing still labored and ragged. I glanced down; My perfectly fake twin orbs obscured everything from my neck down. They were so massive, so wonderfully heavy... Now that I wasn't cumming anymore, I could finally truly see how titanic my tits had become. In all honesty, I hadn't expected this much growth. I would have been happy with a few thousand CCs coming in, but now that I was at this unbelievable size, I was just ecstatic. I was sure going to turn some heads with these beauties!

With some effort, I managed to push myself into a sitting position. My gigantic tits pressed into my lap, a wonderful, unexpected feeling. I was so big! I had a suspicion of how big exactly, but I needed to hear the words.

"Doctor... how big am I now?" I asked impatiently. The man visibly swallowed, the nurse glowering at him and me in turn in wide-eyed disbelief.

"Well... The saline canister contained 20 liters of saline, which was, ahem, divided equally to your implants..." A grin split my face. I could see where this was going. "Your implants now hold about 13 000 CCs of saline each."

Oh FUCK yes! I laughed out loud with joy. I was now among the biggest in the world! And my nipples, they were both the size of my fist, probably making the obscene lumps the biggest nipples ever. This was the happiest day of my life!

The rest of the day was a blur. I signed some forms clearing the clinic of the nurse's wrongdoings. The top I'd worn to the surgery was now far too small for me. In fact, pretty much everything at the clinic was! In the end the only thing that fit me was a surgery gown, and even that had to be draped across my immense breasts without it reaching my belly. I felt so incredibly sexy as I walked home, my mountains proudly thrust over two feet ahead of me. On my short, slender body, they were enough to obscure practically my whole torso! And the look on Molly's face when I got home! I was bigger now than I'd been even in her wildest breast expansion fantasies. We had a lot of fun that night.

Of course, with tits that massive it soon became obvious that my butt needed to be made bigger to compensate. And when that was done, my boobs started to look a bit too small again... By the end of the summer, I had some 30 000 CCs in my tits and 10 000 in my ass, easily breaking the previous world records for both boob and ass implant size. I had to suck sooo much dick to reach those sizes! There's now pretty much always a dick between my plump, sexy lips. Not that I mind, I really like seeing how good I'm making the guys feel and I love the taste of cum!

Every day I got to live with the huge rush that came from flaunting my body with skimpy little outfits that emphasized my hourglass shape to the max and seeing guys tent their pants at the sight. I just wish I knew who was still spreading those nasty rumors of me being a slut! You'd think at least SOME of the guys I'd been fucking would do something to dispell them. Jeez!

Other than the annoying rumors, my life was perfect. When I returned to stripping, I became an immediate celebrity. I raked in money hand over fist. Mike hadn't forgotten our deal either, meaning I got a hefty sum of money from him over the summer! Donna was a bit jealous of my figure at first, but she soon came around when I funded her next boob job. She got to around 6000 CCs this time, far removed from my monsters but still pretty big I guess.

In the end, though, I got fired from the club when Helena caught me having sex with a client in one of the VIP booths. I mean, I'd been doing it for months by then so I guess it was inevitable. Of course, it wasn't with Mike, he was way too careful for that. No, it was this bachelor party group that had ordered the club's biggest (in many ways) star for the groom-to-be. I just couldn't resist banging them when I saw how hard I was making their tasty dicks! Helena yelled at me for that and it was sad to lose such a nice job with so many friends (over 100 if I've counted all my VIP buddies right!), but I guess I had broken the rules after all.

Not to worry, though, I bounced right back! Many of my friends from my time at the club kept in touch. I was so surprised when they started paying me for sex! I mean, it's not like I even really needed the money any more. Oh well, I guess it's important to have a paying job. So I guess I'm a hooker now! Molly did complain a bit, though, when I constantly had some of my many new friends over. It's a really nice job, though. I looove sex and now I get paid for it too! And every bit of semen I swallow goes towards my next fill-up.

Speaking of which, I do have a project planned for all the money I'm making. I've rented this big, empty, abandoned hangar. I think they used to construct actual blimps there once! I'm planning to move there and really see how big I can make my tits. I'm hoping to get a really big saline tank in there so that I can be hooked up to it 24/7, growing bigger all the time as guys fuck and fuck and fuck me! Hopefully one day I'll fill out the entire hangar...

... by Sleeponaut 2015