Silicon Paris, Part IV

Doorframes were Paris’ new obsession. Her giant fake tits (10,000ccs!) were just too wide to fit through most comfortably, so she often had to turn to her side to sidle through, one breast at a time. It was a point of personal pride that she was so enormous that most doors were too tiny. 

Her back was constantly sore, and literally every woman she ever met stared at her, but that was because Paris had absolutely gigantic breasts. She thought her 5,000cc breasts were ridiculous, but the size, weight and scale of her new giant fake tits was truly next level. Wherever she went, people asked for photos and wanted to talk to her. She became a local celebrity, and people worshipped her for her boobs.

Paris loved being so popular. Her tits were now so massive, they seemed to have a life of her own. She was invited on talk shows, did public appearances, opened a few shopping malls, and inspired envy wherever she went. Moving was genuinely quite challenging these days, as her tits were so heavy she was in constant pain. But a strict workout and pain medication enabled her to live a more or less normal life. If you didn’t count the doorframes, that was.

But she loved it. Paris loved being so goddamned enormous, and the effect it had on Matthew was worth every painful morning and challenging workout, as she tried to run on a treadmill only for her breasts to bounce and shake so much they almost dragged her to the ground. Matthew was obsessed with her. She was genuinely like a goddess to him. She had taken his desires, and run with them, and now he was putty in her hands. Anything she needed, he would do for her, and his vast fortune enabled them to live an incredible life. She would order any clothes she needed, stuff her gigantic, ludicrously over-full fake tits into them, and then together they would blob out in public, Paris taking up the entire sidewalk as they boobed along together, everyone staring at them, taking photos, obsessing over Paris’ preposterous tits, as Matthew rested an arm on them, or kissed them in public, or simply leaned on them as they sat next to each other in a restaurant. Paris loved to be able to sleep on them if they were sitting in a booth – it was like having two bean bags attached to your chest at all times. She would heave them up onto the counter, then lean forwards and go to sleep, her terrific chest rising up and down with each breath. They were truly insane.

And that would have been that. Except one day something very fateful happened. Matthew worshipped Paris’ giant fake tits every day, constantly praising them, kissing them and admiring them like he had the day she had come home and showed them off. He was never going to stop loving them, and Paris didn’t need any more approval from him – she was nearly as full of approval as she was full of silicon.

But when she was ordering some specially made clothes from her favourite online retailer, ones that understood that her measurements were not, in fact, a joke, as many retailers did when she input her stats (they were, to be fair, insanely high numbers), she came across a list.

“Biggest breasts…in the world! A top 20 list.” The list read. Paris smiled – she wondered what other kind of huge boobs there were on the list – maybe she even ranked near the bottom!

She sat on the floor, her tits blobbing out in front of her like two massively overfilled water balloons, resting on the carpet. She rested the laptop on top of her breasts, where it stood at eye level, ready to use. She scrolled down the list, starting at number 20. They were pretty big, with some impressive silicon mams that stretched out her clothes pretty good. But they were nothing compared to hers. Did this mean…?

With increasing excitement, her heart pounding beneath the gallons of silicon stuffed inside her huge fake tits, Paris scrolled down the list, seeing bigger and bigger girls, but no one comparing to her. She wasn’t…she couldn’t be!

She kept scrolling, palms sweaty, unable to believe how good it felt to be still in the running when she got to the top 10. Then she kept going, the girls getting bigger and bigger, but still no match for her. Then she saw herself – she was on there! Number 3. In the world!!

Paris screamed for joy, jumping to her feet, her back straining, her laptop falling to the floor as her fat, bulbous mammaries shook from side to side, wobbling inside her tight top, almost dragging her back down. She had the 3rd largest paid of breasts in the world!!

She leaned down to get her laptop, overturning herself and tumbling to the floor, a pile of boobs and legs, laughing at herself for being so foolish, and not knowing the extent of her new weight. She was still getting accustomed to being so massive. She wondered if she’d ever get used to that.

Trembling, Paris scrolled the last 2 entries on the list – and they weren’t that much bigger than her! To be fair, she was impossibly huge, but somehow the thought of having the biggest tits in the world had never occurred to her. Now that it was within her sights…well, that was a different matter entirely.

Looking at the top two huge-titted models, there was only a few hundred ccs between them and her. Paris’ blood ran cold. She could…she could do this. She could be the biggest in the world. Sure, it wouldn’t make a huge difference to Matthew – he was already obsessed with her, and would do anything for her. But for Paris…this meant achieving something incredible…something she never knew she wanted. But now that it was close, a hunger flared up inside, the likes of which she’d never known.

Paris hauled herself to her feet, sat heavily down at the table, the chair creaking under her monstrous weight, and took out her phone from between her giant jugs, where it lived. She found Dr. Smith’s number…and then, Paris hesitated.

She looked down at her tits, spread across the table, an entire foot in front of her. What was she thinking? What had she done to herself? She was a complete freak, a monstrous, giant abomination just like the people on Matthew’s laptop, what seemed like years ago, but really it was a matter of weeks. How time flew when you were expanding so quickly. Her once beautiful, natural breasts were now grotesquely over-inflated bags of skin, stretched tautly over ungodly quantities of silicon.

Did she really want this? Did she really want to be the biggest in the world this badly?

She looked down at her seemingly infinite cleavage, and found a hard, strong pocket of resolve, deep down in her stomach. She thought of Matthew, but more importantly, she thought of herself, of her desires, of her libido. And she pressed “call”.

**

Dr. Smith had no power to resist, this time. He knew she would win, and when she explained her plan to him, he was too weakened (and, Paris knew, turned on) to say no. He made the excellent point that if he didn’t do it, she’d go to someone else, and at least this way he’d get to be in control of things, and make sure it was as safe as possible. Not that it was that safe, but it was something he would do. Because what was the alternative?

“Exactly.” Paris replied. “I’ll be there soon.”

And she was.

She was soon in the operating theatre, lying back on the table, propped up but on her back. If she lay completely flat on her back, her 10,000cc breasts would crush her lungs, so she lay on an incline, her monstrous tits thrust up in the air.

Dr. Smith entered, looking concerned, but determined.

“I don’t really feel like I need to ask, but: are you ready?”

Paris nodded, looking at her breasts one last time, knowing it was time to win, to be the biggest in the world.

Dr. Smith made a small incision in each breast with a scalpel. The only reason Paris noticed was because she saw him do it. She couldn’t feel anything – she hadn’t had any anaesthetic, but her skin was simply too stretched to have much feeling in it. Her massive quantities of silicon had seen to that. But it was time to blow up. To get bigger. Be the biggest.

Dr. Smith connected two tubes into Paris’ tits, one in each massive boob.

“So, how much do you want?” He asked.

Paris thought about the couple of hundred ccs it would take to make her the biggest in the world. That was how she’d pitched it to Smith.

Then an evil, devilish, greedy thought crossed her mind.

“How much have you got?”

He paused, about to start the process.

“How much have we – I mean, we’re also a storage facility, if we’re talking about how much silicon we have, there’s…well, a lot. We hold enough silicon for thousands of implants.”

“I’ll tell you when I’m done, then.”

“I…I…” Words failed him. He was a broken man. Paris’ greed and desire for truly giant fake tits had trumped anything he could muster up. He left the room, connected a huge hose to both connectors, and looked Paris in the eye.

“Once I turn these on, you’ll keep growing…until you don’t.” He said. “Matthew has been a good friend to me over the years, so if this is what he wants, I’ll do it. But it’s not safe. You need to…just be careful.” 

Paris smiled. “Are we ready?”

“As we’ll ever be.” Smith replied.

“Do it.” Paris said, through gritted teeth.

Dr. Smith turned both dials. And Paris started to grow.

It wasn’t like before. Before Paris had grown while asleep, pumped up by Dr. Smith while unconscious. Now she could see her boobs slowly growing, as the silicon was pumped into her, blowing her already gigantic breasts up, larger and larger.

Paris didn’t have any sensation left in her skin – it was too stretched for that. But she could hear the silicon splashing around in her boobs, and filling these magical expanders up, larger and larger. She couldn’t believe how much bigger they were getting already, spreading up towards the ceiling, bulging out, heavier and larger and more and more swollen. She must have already stuffed herself full of another few hundred ccs, but it wasn’t enough. She may already be the biggest in the world, but she wanted to be more. More. 

The pumping continued, her breasts getting more and more stuffed. Her eyes flicked over to Dr. Smith, who watching the whole thing happening with equal parts horror and arousal. He was watching as Paris ballooned herself larger and larger, her breasts swelling up more and more. They were already so massive, and they were only growing bigger. She wondered dimly if her skin would be able to take such growth. She would find out the hard way.

The more her breasts grew, and they were now many inches larger than they had been when she started, the harder it got to breathe. She could feel the weight pressing down on her, and while it made her feel claustrophobic, is also highlighted to her just how big she was becoming, which was the best feeling of all.

“Are you-“

“Keep going.” She ordered. Her breasts ballooned larger, looming up towards the ceiling, blocking out the light. She was so big now. Too big. Not big enough.

Paris was finding it really hard to breathe. She wanted to grow, but she had to be alive to enjoy it. She rolled to the side, to take the pressure off her lungs, but she had not anticipated just how big her boobs had become, and her massive right breast, which now weighed around 30lbs and was as big as a medicine ball, tumbled off the bed, and dragged Paris down with it. She was on the floor, still attached to the hoses, a little way away from the bed.

Dr. Smith rushed to turn off the operation.

“Don’t you fucking dare!!!” Paris screamed, scaring the doctor into submission. He simply adjusted the hoses so that they were plugged into Paris’ breasts properly from this new angle on the floor, and stood back in fear as she continued to balloon, bigger and bigger, more and more enormous, the largest breasts in the entire world.

Paris’ breasts were now so large she was kneeling on the floor, her tits like bean bags in front of her, positively stuffed to the brim with silicon. And still they grew. She looked down at them, and it was like it was when she used to sit at those booths, her tits resting on the table, a comfy, stuffed bed for her to rest her head on. But now there was no booth – her tits were so enormous, they took up the entire space between her and the floor, and they were only getting bigger. She leaned down, resting her head on the taut, utterly stretched skin, and listened with one ear to her massive expanders filling up. She could hear the sloshing and pouring of silicon filling them up, tighter and tighter. It was like she had twin water balloons, left on at the faucet. Getting so big. So full.

And all of this growth, all of this pleasure, all of this pleasing Matthew, and all of this deep, primal arousal, all the sex she’d been having, all the stares, all the obsession, all the growth swirled around Paris’ head, and she felt so deeply, utterly, primally turned on. She felt like Matthew must have felt, seeing her so big that first time, and she knew what it meant to feel truly sexy and huge. And she started to finger herself. While her preposterous balloons swelled larger and larger, so large that they started to force her to stand up, they were getting so big, she slid her fingers inside herself, and began to bring herself to orgasm.

It was like being transported to another place. As her boobs ballooned larger and larger, stuffed beyond capacity by all the silicon inside her, her entire body and being became consumed with pleasure. All the arousal she’d brought to Matthew, all the amazing sex they’d had, all the times he’d worshipped her tits – well look at her now. She was all tits! As she was pushed slowly to her feet by the sheer enormity of her breasts, she continued to finger herself, and poured her body and soul slowly towards orgasm. It was too much, being this gigantic, knowing she was, at this very moment, growing even bigger. And Paris started to come.

But this was no ordinary orgasm. Paris had come a huge amount of times in her lifetime, particularly in the last few months as she had discovered how great it was to grow for her and her man. But this was something else. This was something cosmic. Paris began to ejaculate, juices dripping from her pussy. And her entire body was consumed with pleasure, all many, many inches of it. And still she came. She continued to finger her pussy, as she closed her eyes, feeling the enormity of her bust continue to swell and grow. And she was taking up so much space, feeling so gigantic and powerful, that she never wanted it to stop. Her body was rocking with pleasure as she screamed with pleasure, her breasts ballooning larger all the while, and still she came. Her pussy was erupting with juices now, spraying out from her as she grew bigger and continued to come.

Time started to mean nothing to Paris as she just kept coming. The pleasure firing through her body was all-consuming, and it didn’t stop. Much like her tits, her pleasure continued to grow as she fingered herself again and again. She felt herself ballooning, as she came, again and again. Her pussy fired out juices, splattering across the floor, dripping wet across her lower legs and feet, as she was lifted higher by her breasts. But really she was on another planet, coming preposterously, covering herself with her own juices as she ejaculated for fifteen minutes straight. 

**

And, after a long, long while, she came to. She opened her eyes, and returned to this world. And she screamed. With pleasure, joy, and fear, as she looked down at what she had become. At what she had done to herself. While she was coming, and not of this world, her body had been pumped up beyond all recognition. Huge wasn’t even the word for it now. You could barely even call these giant fake tits. She was…galactic.

She couldn’t move, for a start. She heard shouts, and Matthew came running in, called by Dr. Smith when he couldn’t get a word out of Paris, while she was in her arousal trance. Matthew stared, open mouthed, as he entered the dripping clinic. His wife was there, kind of. But she was dwarfed by two truly giant fake tits, each six and a half feet in diameter, bigger than she was. They were both completely round, utterly, impossibly stuffed with silicon. The skin was so stretched it looked like they were going to burst open at any moment, blue veins visible at all points just below the surface. She was impossible. She was twice as much boob as she was human woman. Her arealoas stretched so wide their color faded to almost nothing. She was beyond description, really. He could only just see Paris’ head poking out of the cleavage between this shipping truck of silicon and skin. What had she done to herself?

“H-how did this…” He started. He couldn’t finish.

“How…big am I?” Paris asked. It was the only question worth asking.

“A little over 4 million ccs per breast.” Dr. Smith answered, looking at his equipment. He was numb, unable to process what he had allowed to happen. 

“At my best estimate, they should weigh just below 9,000 pounds. Each.” He finished, before walking out of the room.

Matthew looked at Paris, who seemed so tiny next to her impossible, hot air balloon sized globes, and was lost for words.

“Am I big enough?” She asked, tears pricking her eyes. “I did it for me, but…I also wanted to make you happy.”

“Yes, Paris.” He replied, guilt stabbing his heart. “Of course you’re big enough.”

And, finding a cargo exit and organising a discreet truck to transport her, Matthew got a forklift truck to load his wife, and take her home.

**

“And so, you really are the biggest woman in the world…twice over!” Laughed the interview host, as Paris sprawled back on the bed, her face beautifully made up, smiling, those blue eyes still noticeable, even now.

“I sure am!” She grinned back, as the cameras zoomed out, to reveal her on a huge, reinforced double bed, blankets covering her car-sized breasts, her head poking out, looking comically tiny.

The host laughed back, and fired off a few more questions to her. Paris answered them with ease, explaining how they’d fixed so many problems, how yes her back hurt, but now she could rest them on the floor it was easier than when they were 10,000ccs, how they’d found equipment to help her roll around, her boobs able to slide on massive skateboard-esque devices to keep her mobile, how yes, their sex life was very good, thank you very much (the studio audience roars with laughter), and how no, she didn’t regret a thing.

“TV off.” Paris said, and her maid clicked it off with a press of a button. Paris lay back on her recliner, the two bespoke pools soaking her giant, monstrous boobs as she was fed grapes by another helper.

“Mmm, thanks.” She smiled, chewing down on them as another staffer fanned her with a huge leaf.

“Music, please.” She decided, and the first maid turned on the stereo, gentle classic refrains drifting through the massive room. They’d had to make serious changes to the house after Paris’ final growth, but it meant that every room was equipped to deal with her inhuman bulk, and now that she was so famous and everyone wanted a piece of her, they had even more money than before, making her lifestyle entire sustainable, even if she wasn’t married to an incredibly rich businessman.

Travel was the only real challenge. She could move above within America with relative ease, as there were specially kitted out trucks that could deliver her around the country like the precious, humungous cargo she was. She didn’t love being loaded in like a prize heifer, but her tits were so enormous she really didn’t have much choice. But flying was out of the question. She had considered being loaded into a safe, oxygenated cargo hold, but it was so undignified, so more often than not the media came to her, filming interviews in one of her many huge rooms, or in one of her giant swimming pools, where she floated her monstrous tits, taking some of the load off her back.

Cruises were good. She would sometimes hire out an entire boat to herself, and sun herself privately on the deck, allowing her preposterous globes out of their bespoke hammocks to absorb some sun on the decks. Sometimes the paparazzi would try and get shots of her in her nude glory, but more often than not she would be left alone.

And, all in all, Paris was very, very happy. Matthew didn’t really know other women existed any more. She was all his. He worshipped her, sometimes not even looking at her face, simply living in and around her boob. But she wouldn’t have it any other way. She was, quite simply, his silicon-infused goddess, and he would do whatever she said. She quite liked being doted on. It was a shame to not be able to move very easily, or do much herself, but her help were so well trained, it was enough of a compensation. 

And so she waited at home, the floorboards creaking beneath her colossal bulk, and was fed grapes and wafted with palm fronds and watched TV, and waiting for Matthew to get home. He was basically her full-time manager, these days, helping other people appreciate her massive, monstrous scale like he did. She knew he was all hers.

But that didn’t mean she was entirely done with growing. She was pretty sated, but she did have that big shed outside, full of silicone, and two massive hoses with “L” and “R” on them, in case she ever changed her mind.

She probably wouldn’t. She was the biggest in the world by such a massive margin that to grow any bigger was borderline unfair. But still, it was nice to have the option. She was Silicon Paris, after all – that was what the media called her, her stage name, so to speak, and Silicon Paris had to have silicon to hand, in case she needed to get any bigger.

She was probably big enough, Silicon Paris thought to herself. But better safe than sorry, as they say. Better safe than sorry. 

And Silicon Paris smiled, popping another grape into her mouth, and squashing it beneath her powerful jaws. Some grape juice dribbled down her chin, and fell between her cavernous, impossible breasts.

And her eyes flicked to the window, down to where the silicon was stored in her gigantic garden.

Better safe than sorry.

***

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