The Perfect Boobs
I love fake & natural tits, but nothing in this world compares to the feeling of silicone under the muscle. I'm looking for the perfect boobs, hoping to get mine done one day.
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Tits like she’s Gods daughter.
hotel no. 2
My teenage dream
She wasn’t allowed to cum and you had to massage her breast every 2 hours to stimulate breast growth. It’s been a month and her breast have exploded and she’s turn into a nympho.
Some blonde inspiration. Note the heels. Always heels.
My boob idol !
Tired of being seen as an innocent little girl, Taylor Swift gets gargantuan breast implants and proudly displays them at the CMA awards.
Brooke bounced her tits softly in front of the mirror, watching them quiver and move, the silicone pumped into her chest creating a firm but hypnotic motion. There was something so utterly feminine about it all, an artificial achievement of what all women strive to be. She stopped moving but her massive implanted chest kept bouncing for a moment on its own, reminding her that she willingly transformed herself from a totally respectable woman to one with silicone bags the size of cantaloupes sewn into her chest.
"Are my implants big enough for you now, honey?"
Even if he’d say yes, if I was her I’d want to go bigger… just for him
"OH MY GOD, I love your implants! I think maybe I’ll have to get ones the same size!"
I don’t blame you. I met a woman with implants that massive, I’d want to suck on them too.
They had all gone to the same plastic surgeon.
One after another the women had come in. They were friends in real life. They supported one another, the only women able to share the same experience—their inflated chests so large and obvious that normal life was impossible, their huge tits spilling out of tight tops and stretched-thin shirts. Only they knew the feeling of the heavy silicone fuckbags weighing them down, the implants they had chosen to have installed, turning their flat, uninteresting chests into gorgeous fat plastic tits. Their heavily implanted chests made them special—and together, they felt strong.
But they wanted to go bigger.
"Why do you want an additional augmentation?" the surgeon asked each one in their consultation, eying their spectacular cleavage. Between the four women, their boobs were already massively inflated with silicone. "You have very large breasts as it is," he reminded them. But privately, each of the women gave him the same answer:
"I want to be the biggest."
There was a cold war going on between them. As one enlarged her chest, the others enlarged theirs. Surgery after surgery, inflated boobs pushing the limits of sexuality the women had become addicted to the feeling of seeing their boobs become larger, more pumped full of silicone… the sight of their cleavage, plunging downward for inch after inch, the curvature of their implants creating a perfect, massive canyon. They had become addicted to the next boob job, to the thought of seeing their fat cow tits standing at attention, held aloft high on their chests. They had become addicted to the way their tits looked in clothes, stretching and filling them. They had become addicted to the way “normal” women looked at them, their glances of deep-seated jealously, these women wishing they had the courage to join our gorgeous implanted princesses in their quest for the eroticism of exaggerated femininity, their implants overfilled and inflated to massive proportions.
So they each had another boob job, telling the surgeon to make them as big as possible. And he obliged, expanding their chests to freakishly large sizes. And as their freshly-inflated tits settled, the women reconvened to compare cleavage, tit shape, and swap stories about the even-larger, even-heavier silicone fuckbags overinflated on their chests. And when they went home that night, their boobs bouncing and swaying with every step, garnering looks from every passerby, their entire lives dominated and consumed by the tits they so feverishly sough to expand, a single thought passed through each woman’s head:
They wanted to go bigger.
I wish all women thought like this and competed with their friends for the biggest set of circus freak fuck bags.
Implant addicted fuckdolls of the highest order.
I wanna look like her :(