"Now, I Must Increase My Bust"
by Double H  (howard77@gate.net)
Her breasts had increased by another 400 cc's


"Gary, how could you?!" asked Lana, the nurse.  Lana had been Plastic 
Surgeon Dr. Gary Miller's nurse for over 2 years, and they began their 
secret affair about 6 months ago.  Lana was referring to the enormous 
breast implants Dr. Miller had utilized on a young patient named 
"Jenny," a clearly disturbed but otherwise attractive young lady who had 
been in the office earlier that day. 

"I wanted her to have, um, she wanted bigger breasts," was all that Dr. 
Miller could come back with.  He knew that if the medical boards got 
wind of his secret obsession with bigger and bigger breasts, he'd be 
ruined for sure.  But, oh, how many times did he masturbate at the 
vision of that pretty young patient growing steadily bustier.  He had 
been almost under a spell throughout the operation, just staring at her 
fit, attractive, size 3 form grow from its petite dimensions through 
voluptuous past very busty and out into bizarre.  And this thrilled him 
beyond belief.   But now, he was at risk of losing his career, and his 
mistress. Unless . . . 

"What, uh, did you think about the way she looked?" asked Dr. Miller. 

"You know, at first I thought the worst, I thought that you were some 
sort of demented person with a medical license acting out his obsessions 
on an unsuspecting patient, but after I read her file and asked around 
about her, well you only gave her what she wanted.  It's just, I've 
never seen anyone look so out of proportion.  I don't know, its just too 
different.  On the other hand, I was flipping through the new issue of 
"Playboy" lying around in my brother's apartment the other day, and 
there was this big-boobed actress from the new Demi Moore movie, named 
something like "Pandora Peaks."  I can definitely see how men would 
think she looked sexy." 

Dr. Miller started to feel very horny at the way this conversation was 
going.  "Maybe I could just nurture this in the right direction," he 
thought.  "Well Lana, you know I love you the way you are, you've worked 
hard to get your figure." The conversation was definitely starting to 
get horny. 

"That's right, Gary, I have," Lana teased.  Gary was the big, brilliant 
Doctor,  the ruler of the office, and Lana loved to have power over him.  
"And that's why you love me for my sexy body.  Look at me Gary," she 
stated as she casually undid the buttons on her one piece nurse's 
uniform, "look at my beautiful young face, only 23 years young . . . " 

"Now look at my long beautiful hair," as she undid the pin holding her 
hair up.  It fell down to mid-back.  " . . . so long and thick and sexy.  
. .  and when was the last time you heard of someone 5 and 1/2 feet tall 
weighing only 110 pounds," as she ran her hands over her minuscule true 
21" waist.  Then Lana ran her hands up her sleek, golden thighs, so long 
and perfect, "and don't these lead up to your favorite place?"  she 
teasingly asked as she ran her hands over her curvaceous but firm 34" 
butt.  Suddenly, Lana stopped her sexy little tease dance.   She 
definitely sensed a slight change in the mood, and wondered how she 
could have missed this for so long. 

She put her hands on her chest on the outside of her 32-A cup bra.  "You 
like big breasts, don't you?"  Her question was not one of accusation, 
but of pure interest. 

"Like I said, honey, I, uh love you the way you are . . "  "This is 
going perfect," thought Dr. Miller. 

"Maybe I should get bigger breasts," asked Lana as she looked down at 
her svelte figure, still holding her petiteness in her hands.  "Yes, yes 
I definitely want bigger breasts, now if only I could find a plastic 
surgeon to perform the procedure," she joked, smiling as she said this.  
"Gary will definitely be in my power now, if its big breasts that are 
the way to his heart.  Then I'll make him get a divorce and he'll be 
mine, all mine," she deviously mused. 

"Well, the question usually comes to how much larger would you like to 
be, but in your case, its more like what will your body type allow," 
stated Dr. Miller.  They both looked over her bra and panty clad body.  
Lana was very firm, but her body was DEFINITELY designed for A cup 
breasts, no doubt about it.  There wasn't an over-abundance of loose 
soft woman-flesh; everything was very firm, just lightly muscled. 

Now Lana felt a challenge.  Nobody wants to hear what they can't have, 
everybody wants what they can't have.  "I want very big boobs," stated 
Lana somewhat defiantly.  "and not only are you my lover, you're also 
supposed to be a very talented plastic surgeon, can't you do something 
that will make us both happy?  I've seen you inflate some of those 
strippers a couple of cup sizes in one afternoon." 

"It's not that simple, usually they have something to work with, and 
they go from a B to a D cup . . ." he trailed off.  He did not want to 
push to hard on first occasion this even came up. 

"But honey, just think how sexy I am now, and how much MORE I'll be . . 
. for you.  There must be some way you can make me bigger. 

Two weeks later, after an expensive dinner, Dr. Gary Miller decided to 
broach the conversation of larger breasts for his mistress again.  "I've 
come up with an approach that will allow you to have breasts to your 
liking." 

"Tell me about it," replied Lana.  She had been thinking about this 
quite a bit, and seeing their lack of sex lately, she was going to do 
everything in her power to make this man happy. 

"If you are so inclined, I can special order an 'inflatable' implant; an 
implant that is enlarged over time as the patient's body stretches to 
accept it.  I can special order a, uh, 'special' size," he mused, his 
mind swimming at the possibilities. 

"Let's do it, I want this as soon as possible."  

That night, Lana and Gary had great sex, as Gary fantasized about the 
possibilities for Lana's figure.  The thing that made his erection the 
hardest, was the thought that her petite A-cup frame was about to cheat 
the daylights out of Mother Nature; her figure would be absolutely 
freakish, -- big, big boobs on such a thin, lightly muscled body.  With 
that very thought, he orgasmed. 

The morning of the procedure, Dr. Miller examined the special-order 
implants.  He had seen and utilized 'inflatable' implants before, but 
they never felt like this.  His sales representative at the medical 
supply company had their engineering department specially prepare this 
implant for the ridiculous quantity Dr. Miller specified as its 
capacity.  "Just for research, NOT for actual final patient use," the 
sales rep had verified.  "Absolutely," was Dr. Miller's furtive reply. 

Three hours after the operation, Lana was stirring in the recovery room 
in which she had been a nurse so many times before.  She sat up and 
immediately looked down at her chest, it appeared to be very slightly 
larger than before, not even a cup size.  When Dr. Miller came in to 
check on her, she was already waiting with questions.  "I look almost 
the exact same size, what happened?" 

"You're doing fine, Lana.  With these implants, we do not perform any 
inflation until after you're fully healed.  We will inflate your breast 
implants through valves seated up in your armpit.  When we are finished, 
it is a simple procedure to remove the valves.   For now, rest and 
recovery." 


"Make me bigger, make me BUSTIER," commanded Lana.  It had been 4 weeks 
since the operation, and other than a little cleavage bulging out of her 
A cup bra, she felt no different than before.  "I want bigger breasts!" 

"Okay, today we will begin the process," answered Dr. Miller.  With 
that, he led her to an examining room, and prepared a large syringe with 
200 cc's of the correct solution while Lana undressed down to her 
panties.  He went around back and first he injected the fluid into one 
valve, than he reloaded and inflated the other.  He went back around to 
the front to inspect the results.  

Amazing!  With these simple injections, Lana definitely now had a 
bustline!  Her breasts were perfectly round, her tiny nipples positioned 
perfectly in their centers. 

"This is marvelous, Gary," exclaimed Lana.  "Look at me, I really have 
breasts." 

Lana enjoyed her new voluptuousness.  She always had worn tight clothing 
out of the office, and it looked even better on her new B cup figure.  
She found a new perversion in wearing her old clothing and lingerie, and 
feeling the tightness about her  bustline.  She loved wearing her 32-A 
cup bras, and watching the small bulges her breasts made out the petite 
cups of the bra.  A few weeks later though, she wanted more and began 
needling Dr. Miller for another injection. 

"Alright, but this time, I want you to let me enjoy the show,"  
commanded Dr. Miller.  She was his patient, and he would be the one 
calling the shots, dammit.  This time, Dr. Miller instructed Lana to 
leave her bra (now a B cup) on, just to remove her nurse's uniform.  He 
prepared two electric pumps behind her, and filled them each with 250 
cc's of the correct solution.   As he flicked the pumps on, he went 
around front for the show.  It was a slow inflation,  but gradually Gary 
watched Lana's breasts slowly and steadily crescent and inflate up from 
their brassiere confines.  They were bulging beautifully, filling 
steadily, becoming bigger and bigger, fuller and fuller.  To make the 
most of the effect, Lana leaned back on her palms and stuck her chest 
out farther.   As the B cup brassiere began to make creaking noises, Dr. 
Miller couldn't help himself -- he unzipped his trousers and masturbated 
at the sight of Lana's growing form.  Just as her breasts leveled off at 
a small D cup, Dr. Miller climaxed and just stared at Lana's now 
heavenly body.  

Lana was overjoyed, to the point of sexual arousal.  She had done 
something to really attract Dr. Miller to her; she knew he was addicted 
to her.  And all this because of boobs.  

The next few days, Lana teased and titillated Gary every intimate 
moment.  "Imagine the possibilities . . . ," she would whisper in his 
ear while passing in the hallway, as she snuck a quick look down at her 
now evident bustline. She was teasing the hell out of him now because 
she was enjoying this power she was maintaining over him.  Plus she 
wanted to build up the thrill of her next 'enhancement' session.  She 
stole a tube of a special salve from the supply closet.  Dr. Miller had 
prescribed this to the young co-ed who had the big big implants done; 
applied liberally, it allows the skin to stretch easier.  

At night, Lana masturbated feverishly.  With thoughts of her body as a B 
cup, her breasts slowly inflating in her bra the week before, she 
wondered why this turned her on so.  "Why am I excited by this?  Is it 
the bulging sensation as my boobs begin to blimp?  Is it the fact that I 
know with each passing moment of growth, I am gaining more and more 
control over Gary ?  Maybe it is from when I was a fat little kid and I 
enjoy clothing being tight on my body ?  Who knows, but, unghhh, its 
turning me on!"  thought Lana has she feverishly worked her clit. 

Two more weeks, and Gary was acting like a dog around Lana.  "Um, honey, 
forget about continuing the injections, I would just like to see you one 
of these nights, its been awhile." 

"You're getting really hot for me Gary, aren't you?  You're thinking 
about my thin, firm svelte frame and my big full round boobs that seem 
out-of-place, too big on my body, aren't you?  And it's making you a 
very horny boy . . .  I'll take care of you in time." 

That night, Lana arranged it so that they would be the only ones left at 
work.  As Gary walked into his office, he was greeted by an unexpected 
site.  There on his desk was Lana, wearing just matching bra and 
panties.  

"Sit down, my slave," ordered Lana.  "I am the one in control here, and 
if you want to see what we both, uh, your fantasy come true, you will do 
as I say."  

Gary sat opposite the desk on the leather chair.  Lana was wearing a red 
satin push-up bra.  

"Honey, what do you think of my 'new' bra," asked Lana in a 'little-
girl' talk. 

"uh, uh" 

"Answer ME," she commanded. 

"I think you look beautiful!"  came Dr. Miller's reply. 

"I just picked it up this afternoon, its a 'Wonderbra,' the largest cup 
size they make --  a 32 D cup.  See how it lifts and bulges my breasts, 
it makes them look quite sexy, doesn't it?" 

"Very sexy, I love you Lana." 

"I'm sure you do, Gary, just think how much more you're going to love me 
with MUCH BIGGER BREASTS!" 

Dr. Miller's heart skipped a beat.  He realized that behind her he were 
the pumps he had utilized for her previous injection. 

"Is this what you want, Gary?  Do you want me to make my breasts even 
larger?" she teased.  "Look at me, Gary -- see how large my breasts look 
on my thin, firm bod.   Most men would just, just jerk off looking at 
how big my boobs look on the rest of me now, but you want them bigger, 
Gary don' you?" 

"Uh, uh, ungh . . ." 

"Don't you Gary!" she commanded.   "Then watch, Gary, watch me as I make 
my breasts grow . . . for you,   " her voice trailed off.  With this, 
she flipped the switch on the wire she was holding, leading to the 
pumps. 

Immediately, both of Lana's breasts bounced, and again began their slow 
but steady expansion.  Lana really liked this feeling, of her bra 
getting tighter, of Gary just staring open-mouthed at her chest.  Cc's 
of the correct liquid flowed steadily into her breast implants 
augmenting her boobs, making them push together and slowly push out on 
the elastic of the bra's band around her back.  After 2 minutes, 
approximately 200 cc's had flowed into each of Lana's breasts, and as 
Lana finally looked up from the source of her trance, she cooed at Gary, 
"ooooooooh, look how busty I'm getting, Gary, do you think I should 
stop, or would you like it if I got EVEN BIGGER."  She was teasing the 
hell out of him and she loved it.  He would be hers, all hers.  She 
could spend his big money anyway she'd choose - jewels, shows, travel, 
for he would be hers. But wait  . . . 

"this is starting to hurt," she thought.  The salve she had so liberally 
applied was allowing her skin to stretch in ways it never would have 
before, all without any type of stretch marks, but it was still tight. 

"Ow, this hurts!" she thought.  At first she gave rise to the fact that 
she was outgrowing her bra, but no, this was more than that.  A total of 
300 cc's had now flowed into each of her breasts this session, pushing 
her well out above a DD cup, but she was exceeding the limits of her 
bodily structure, even with the salve she had used, and she was 
definitely experiencing pain from it.  But a new feeling was quietly 
appearing within her -- she was actually kind of starting to enjoy this 
pain! 

"What am I becoming, some kind of masochist?" she mused.  Lana's breasts 
were bulging insanely from her body, perfectly round spheres the size of 
cantaloupes, still covered on the bottom of her bust by her now-creaking 
Wonderbra.  "What if I literally burst?" she wondered, silently aroused 
by her joy of the pain she was feeling in her full breasts. 

"Oh Gary, the PRESSURE, my breasts are HUGE!!  I can feel how BIG and 
HEAVY they've become -- " 

Gary was jerking himself wildly in his hypnotic trance.  He was 
astounded by the feat the was occurring before his very eyes.  Although 
with a markedly smaller waist, Lana was growing bustier than the average 
girls he had oggled in the big bust magazines, making her all the more 
desirable, and SHE WAS GROWING BEFORE HIS EYES!!!  He was becoming 
possessed . . . 

"Enough already," thought Lana.  She had enjoyed the show and had gotten 
off a little on the pain, but it was really starting to hurt.  She 
suddenly reached behind and stopped the pumps.   It was an awkward 
movement, because she now had to move her entire torso to reach around 
herself, and she had suddenly become so busty that she couldn't reach 
around her bust with her arm for an appreciable distance.  Lana's 
breasts were now about a DDD cup, bulging out and over the top of her 
Wonderbra, and forming a fantastic cleavage reaching to her clavicle.  
Like balloons, her breasts had become extremely taught, and were only 
too happy to fight back at any resistance provided by the clearly losing 
bra. 

Gary however, had crossed the line of reason.  He needed more, he had to 
have more, and he wouldn't stand to be cut off like this.   Before she 
knew it, Gary quickly ran behind her, and attached the cuffs that secure 
one to the operating table in necessary times.  

Lana was aghast.  Gary had shackled her so that she was leaning back on 
her hands, thrusting her large breasts out.  "Why is he doing this to 
me, " she wondered.  "I've created a monster!!" 

"How dare you tease me and stop like that," bellowed Gary.  He was in a 
rage, completely under primal control at this point.  "I am the doctor, 
and I will say when the procedure is through!!  With that, he flipped 
the pumps back on and walked markedly around front again to watch. 

Lana cried out from the pain . . her breasts lurched suddenly as the 
first blast of the solution hit her breasts, and they again began their 
expansion.  "No Gary, stop -- IT HURTS!" 

Lana's breasts were growing bigger . . . rounder . . . fatter . . . 
heavier.  When another 400 cc's had flowed into each of her breasts, her 
Wonderbra burst open, instantly flinging around to her sides.   But her 
breasts were so full, that they did not so much as even bounce.   They 
just continued to swell . . . 

Bigger . . . 

BIGGER . . . 

BIGGER . .. 

"OOWWWW!!" screamed Lana, she was in shear agony.  Although she was very 
wet from this, it was far outweighed by the pain.  Her breasts had 
increased by another 400 cc's, pushing her out to about the size of 
Sarenna Lee, but Lana was even thinner and more petite than her, making 
her look even more pronounced her. 

Gary suddenly found something that remotely resembled a conscience.  He 
grabbed a hypodermic needle and injected Lana in the arm with something 
that would put her to sleep.   While fleeting thoughts of Lolo Ferrari 
and her 2700 cc (each) implants danced in his head, Gary stared at the 
swelling form before him . . .