B.E cleavage

Filling the Void Breast Expansion and Butt Expansion via Saline Expander Implants.

But you've seen the image, too late.

Each image from the poster wall is available in full on the extras gallery, some with their own small stories.

Have fun.

----- As I pushed open the door, my eyes widened in horror. Lani lay sprawled across her bed, her body resembling a collection of medicine balls that had been inflated one too many times. Her breasts hung from her chest like overfilled water balloons, threatening to burst at any moment. 

The soft light cast by the lamp on her nightstand danced across her skin, highlighting every vein and crease as if trying to accentuate the sheer magnitude of her transformation. The implants themselves seemed to be straining against Lani's skin, like four enormous balloons about to burst at any moment.

Lani's eyes snapped towards mine, wide with surprise and shame. She looked guilty, her face flushed like a person who'd just been caught cheating. Her gaze darted around the room as if searching for a way to make this situation disappear, but the evidence was undeniable. It was like trying to hide a skyscraper behind a curtain – impossible.

I took in the scene: her already-enormous frame now straining against the seams of reality; empty saline solution bottles littering the room like discarded confetti; and Lani's body... altered, distended by the relentless stream of liquid she'd forced into it. The four orbs of saline inside her seemed to be straining against their containment, as if desperate to escape were it not for Lani's stretched skin holding on with all its might.

"It's not that big of a deal," she said, her voice laced with justification. "I'm fine. Just... just this little bit more..."

I took a deep breath before speaking. "Lani, I know we agreed monthly would be the limit," I reminded her gently.  "But you know how close you came to... complications. And yet here you are again, doing it without supervision."

Lani looked at me pleadingly, her eyes welling up with tears. "Please," she whispered, the air thickening with shame and desperation.

The shame and desperation, struggled to come to terms with being caught. AGAIN.

On one hand, I was impressed by her willingness to take control of her body and push the boundaries of what society considers "OK".

But I was also worried about how far she was taking things. Like, expanders... that's some next-level stuff.

And not just that - Lani had taken her body modification game to a whole new level by having expanders in her butt as well.

I couldn't help but wonder what kind of discomfort she must be going through with those things implanted in her backside. And yet...part of me couldn't help but admire her spirit.

I get that Lani wanted to change herself, but this was just crazy. "You're not even trying to hide what you're doing," I said, shaking my head in amazement. "You're trying to turn yourself into a human balloon or something!"

But as soon as the words left my mouth, I knew I had spoken too bluntly.

"You're using expanders like they're some kind of...I don't know, saline-filled superpower or something!" I said, trying to lighten my tone.

"I just need this one more time," she said quietly, her voice filled with reverence.  "I promise I'll slow down after this. It's not like..."

She trailed off, looking down at the floor as if embarrassed by her own words. But that did not last long.

Lani gazed up at the posters on her wall. Her gaze lingered on the statuesque figures, their bodies seemingly defying gravity itself - their breasts rose up from their chests like mountains, butts jutted out far behind them.

"Look at them," Lani said quietly, her voice filled with awe and longing. "They're doing it... Just look at them - so many people adore them, that one's been on TV!"

As Lani admired these perfect forms of femininity, the competing idea inside of her believed she was still the waifish girl she'd been years ago stewed. Trapped between two conflicting realities unable to be reconciled.

"And honestly, what's another litre of saline when you're already..."

I didn't push her for more. Another unnecessary question. A different tack was in order.

"Lani, baby," I said carefully,

"You've never removed ANY saline before. I'm not even exactly sure if we can. What if this is a one-way process without going back to the doctor..."

Her eyes dropped, and she nodded slowly. "I know, but what's the worst that could happen? You'll still l-" "Ah," I interrupted her, trying to sound more reassuring than concerned. "The weight of... well, let me ask you this: how much saline are we talking about here?"

Lani looked down at her chest, a sheepish expression spreading across her face. "I've got 10 litres in each boob.."

My eyes widened in shock. Ten litres per implant? That was... that was a lot of saline. A lot more than last time.

"And?" I prompted, trying to keep my tone light despite the gravity of the situation.

Lani faltered for a moment before she spoke up again. "And... um... well, I might have also exceeded 10 litres in each butt cheek."

My jaw dropped. She couldn't be serious. Could she?

"Lani," I said softly, trying to keep my tone gentle despite the shock and concern I was feeling. "You're telling me that you've got a total of 40,000cc saline forced in your body?"

Lani nodded sheepishly, her face flushing with embarrassment.

I glanced at Lani's ass and saw the telltale signs of strain: deep creases in her skin, fine lines tracing the contours of each implant, and an eerie sheen that hinted at stretchmarks. Her veins stood out like blue highways, pulsing with effort as they struggled to deliver oxygen to her skin.

"The weight of this much saline is crushing you," I said firmly. "You've already been struggling with everyday tasks for months now. You're going to continue to struggle even more as time goes on. Your body simply can't keep up."

Lani's gaze faltered as she tried to consider the consequences of her actions.

"What does the future hold?" I continued. "Don't even get me started on trying to cook dinner or do laundry. You're being short-sighted! What happens when you can't even get out of bed in the morning?"

The silence between us grew thick with unspoken understanding – a tacit agreement that more caution was needed, but also a recognition that we were both too afraid to seek help.

She nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving mine.

So, yeah, turns out the goddess of the ancient fertility cult I had been researching is very much still around. She just hadn't had any worshipers in a while. While I would never denigrate a gift from the Goddess, I think she might have gone a little overboard with my rewards! All I did was perform a little chant with some burning herbs and a few strategically placed candles and now look at me! If you can believe it, I was a B cup before all of this with, frankly, no ass to speak of. And now I have bigger boobs than everyone in my grad school class combined! With a perfect hourglass figure to go along with it.

"What the?" Georgia muttered as she quickly picked up the letter.

Dearest Georgia,

I understand if you think that all I have left you is worthless. But trust in your godmother. Each garment and article of clothing has a potent spell woven into the fabric. They will transform you and your life all you have to do is wear them for twenty-four hours.

Yours eternally

Sybil

The letter left Georgia confused and curious in equal measure. "Magic can't be real... but Sybil was the biggest woman I've ever known..." Georgia mused aloud as she looked down at her tiny bee-stings before turning her gaze back to the massive silk blouse stretching across her couch.

The moment she slipped into the top, Georgia felt a strange warmth wash over her. It wasn't like anything she ever felt before and seemed to settle deep within her body. "Well... T-this is certainly weird." Georgia muttered to herself as she swayed in the oversized garment. "But... if Sybil said to wait twenty-four hours, I'll wait twenty-four hours."

The warmth within grew as the days passed, making it harder for Georgia to focus on anything as she rested on her bed as her mind grew foggy. Before long, Georgia instinctively reached up and massaged her chest, whimpering at how tender and sensitive they felt as the heat within her surged, and she fell into a deep trance.

By the time she woke up, the sun was rising, but she could only see the echo of the morning sunlight around the edges of her massive bust. "I... wha-how!?" Georgia gasped out as she threw herself out of bed. She wobbled a bit as she got used to her new body. "Holy shit! Sybil was right! The clothes are magic!!!" Georgia's tiredness leaving her as enthusiasm and excitement filled her mind. "The top still hangs off me, but just one night turned my A Cups to D Cups. I can't imagine just how big I'll become by the time I fill out this blouse!"

A soft smirk danced on Georgia's lips as she swayed back and forth in front of a mirror, ass bouncing and jiggling with every twist as she recorded her latest growth. "Fuck! Sybil was ON to something! My girls are bigger than my head and nnnnnfff~ they're so, so sensitive!" Her eyes fluttered shut as she gave a tender squeeze to her massive melon. "I... I think Im addicted! I should be happy, I've got a perfect pair of EE cup breasts and a fat ass, and I get to enjoy every hungry, lingering gaze of every guy I pass on the street."