Help me please. I recently got some new breast implants that I was told "Would steal the show from any other woman". And the next thing I know any other girl I meet boobs shrink and mine keep growing, and now I cant find the doctor who put them in.
Do you remember the doctor's name? Was it something like Dr. Dee Ablo? Perhaps Dr. Lucy Fur? Dr. Bell Z. Bub, maybe? Regardless, I don't think you're going to find that doctor again. Much like mysterious antique shops that disappear after selling enchanted objects for no charge—at least, not money—I have a feeling that this wasn't a doctor so much as an otherworldly being that's currently teaching you an important yet ironic lesson about greed and envy!
The moment you heard that you could use your big, round fakies to one-up the women around you, I bet you couldn't wait to sign on that dotted line. As flat as you were, pretty much any woman would make you feel inadequate. The ditzy woman at the grocery store tented her apron with her huge, sloshing udders. While you obsessed over her chest, yours didn't even register to her; in some ways, that was worse. You didn't even have enough tit to be acknowledged. Even your best friend, with her barely-there Bs, overshadowed you without trying. As envy calcified your heart, you came to resent them, swearing that you wouldn't just join their ranks but completely outsize them, make them feel the same inadequacy they inflicted on you. The idea that a pair of fake tits could give you the edge you need, could allow you to gain the upper hand? Nothing would stop you from signing up.
And now you get to live out the truth of your fantasy, driven to the extreme. After the absorption of only a few busts, you're already halfway down the alphabet, breaking through bras and straining shirts to their limits. Your cursed implants stand proud on your chest, round and obviously fake. With each new bust they absorb, they threaten to pull you off balance and block more of your view. You can't hide them anymore. They're too damn big and growing bigger almost every day! You don't quite inspire the same kind of envy that you felt, though. Maybe you did, at first, and certainly from the women whose busts you can't stop stealing, but now you get more than envy. You get disgust, disbelief, pity. The more tit you absorb and the bigger you grow, the more you present as a greedy, desperate slut who would do anything to have the biggest tits you could find. The worst part is, they're more right than they know.
