Author's Note: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all.
Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them? Well, I do... because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now...
Boob jobs; the miracle or modern medicine. Many people claim to dislike fake breasts, but the truth is, bigger is always better—well, up to a certain point. Unlike most people, I do not pretend to only like real tits while secretly fantasizing about pornstar-type boobs. I say it loud and proud:
"I love big boobs, not matter if they are real or fake!"
Okay, by now, you are probably wondering why I am going on about boobs jobs. Unfortunately for those of you who thought—or hoped—it meant I got a breast augmentation, that is not the case. After all, there is no point in having a procedure that is completely unnecessary—for those of you how do not understand what that means, I just said I have big boobs. But that is beside the point; let me get back to the story at hand. The reason for this never-ending introduction is in fact quite simple; my friend got a boob job!
I had always been attracted to Candy—the name was changed for obvious reasons—but had never realized just how attractive she was until the day she showed up with the most gorgeous pair of D-Cup boobs. When she first walked in, I knew something was different about her. She was somehow much hotter than the last time I had seen her, but it took me a few moments to notice her inflated chest.
"Wow!" I gasped as I finally noticed her boobs.
She giggled shyly.
"Ca... can I see them?" I asked after trying to get a better look at her new tits through her blouse. She seemed surprised, but also proud of the attention she was getting.
"You mean ta... take off my top?" she stuttered nervously.
I nodded and gestured to our surroundings. We were alone in her apartment, so there was no risk of anyone walking in on us. She took a second to consider and her newly developed pride in her appearance soon outweighed her shy personality.
"Okay," she finally said as she reached up and fumbled with her blouse buttons. It took her a while, but she finally managed to undo her top. She hesitated for a second before removing her blouse, revealing the most perfect pair of boobs I had ever seen—okay, maybe that is an exaggeration, but they were definitely nicer than the B-Cups she used to have. I studied them in great detail, which was not hard given the fact that they were barely contained in a pink, lace bra. The more I gazed at her breasts, the hotter I got. Before long, it felt like I was on fire. Fortunately, a powerful wave of arousal washed over me, putting out the fires of passion that burned bright within me. Unfortunately, the heat was replaced by arousal; lots of arousal! It only took a few seconds before one of the most powerful fantasies of my life started to grow within me.