Description
Rebecca had always been curious about the latest fad, and when she saw her best friend sporting a set of massive, bouncy breasts, she knew that she had to get a set of her own.
She approached her friend with caution, hoping that she wouldn't sound too desperate. But to her relief, her friend offered to introduce her to the plastic surgeon who had performed her surgery.
After an initial consultation, Rebecca decided that she wanted the same set of implants that her friend Claire had. She couldn't believe that she was actually going to go through with it.
She was nervous the day of the surgery, but Claire reassured her that it was going to be worth it. After the operation, she woke up with a set of heavy, round breasts that made her feel like a new woman.
She spent the next few weeks recovering, but as soon as she was ready, she couldn't help but show off her new assets. She dressed in clothes that hugged her curves, and she noticed that guys couldn't take their eyes off her.
The feeling of empowerment was unlike anything she had experienced before, and she knew that she had made the right decision.
As she continued to explore her new look, she couldn't help but feel as though something had been unlocked inside of her. She was no longer shy and reserved. She was confident and assertive, and she was willing to do anything to achieve her goals.
Over time, something started to change. She noticed that her thoughts became more distant and vague, as though her brain was shutting down.
She tried to ignore it, but as the weeks went by, she knew that something was wrong.
Her friend couldn't help but notice that she was acting strange. She had never seen her act so distant and detached before, and she couldn't understand what was causing her to behave this way.
"Are you okay?" Claire asked her one day.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
Rebecca didn't tell her the truth. She couldn't explain what was happening to her. She didn't want to believe that the plastic surgery had affected her in such a strange way.
As she continued to spend time with her friend, she noticed that her brain started to feel even more fuzzy and detached. It was as though she was losing control of her own thoughts and emotions, and she couldn't shake the feeling that she was not herself anymore.
"Rebecca!" Claire shouted as she shook her out of her trance.
"Yes, what's up? What do you need?" Rebecca replied, barely paying attention to her surroundings.
"You seem really distracted lately. Are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine. Don't worry about me."
Claire showed her a picture she had taken of her on her phone. The image was of her with her lips parted and her eyes staring into the distance. It looked as though she was life sized doll, and Rebecca couldn't believe that she had been unaware of herself at the time.
"See what I mean? You're not yourself lately. We need to figure out what's going on," Claire said, concerned.
stood in front of her and put her hands on her shoulders.
Rebecca looked down at the cleavage in front of her and couldn't focus on her words anymore. She stared at her breasts like a kid in a candy store, and she couldn't help but slip back into her haze.
It was as though her eyes were magnetized to her breasts, and she couldn't look away. It was like she had no control over her own brain, and she couldn't believe that she had turned into a dummy in front of her best friend.
As Claire continued to talk, Rebecca could only see her breasts and hear the sounds of her voice echoing in her mind.
"Are you even listening to me?"
She couldn't answer. She was still transfixed on her cleavage, thinking of nothing else.
"Wait, are you turned on by my boobs?"
Those words caused Rebecca to snap back to reality but freeze in place. She couldn't deny the fact that she was attracted to her friend's breasts. They were mesmerizing, and she couldn't believe that she had been so transfixed by them.
"Omg. Is that it? You're turned on by my tits? Seriously? I never thought you would be into that."
"I don't know," Rebecca replied. "It's like my brain has completely shut down. But it's not just with you."
"We need to try something." Claire said.
"Try what?"
"Chris!" Claire yelled.
A tall guy with blonde hair walked up to them. "What's up?"
"We were just talking about the new Star Wars movie. What do you think?"
As he talked, Rebecca began to drift off again. His eyes were on her, but her brain was somewhere else. Only occasionally she saw glimpses of his groin.
She could feel her body warming up and her nipples hardening against her bra.
The guy suddenly stopped talking and turned to Claire. "I'm gonna grab a drink. You ladies want anything?"
"No, thanks, see you later!" Claire responded.
Once he was gone, Claire turned to Rebecca and said, "Aha! You were checking him out as well."
"What are you talking about?"
"You really don't notice that? You were practically undressing him with your eyes."
"I was not!"
"Deny it all you want, but you were clearly aroused by his presence. Just admit it."
"I'm not into him like that. We're just friends."
"Okay. What was he talking about?"
"He wasn't making any sense."
"Exactly! You weren't even listening to his words. You were too busy fantasizing about fucking him."
"I'm not! I swear!"
"Oh, I think I figured you out. You were horny. That's why you slipped off and checked out those people. Your implants made you more sexual, and you can't help yourself. It's adorable."
Rebecca's eyes widened. She couldn't believe that her friend had figured out what was going on. But it did make sense.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to judge you. In fact, I have an idea. How about you come over to my place tonight and we have a little experiment? We can figure out how much these implants have affected you."
"What kind of experiment?"
"Just trust me."