Going too far for perfection

Mr Fruitbat

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Tara was what she would definitely have termed "an exotic dancer", this of course means she was a stripper. Beautiful undeniably, long tanned legs, rounded butt, shapely body and cascading blonde hair framing a very pretty face with full lips and big eyes. These were not her best features though, not the reason men kept coming back to see her "dance" no they came to see her breasts. Double D sized and a beautiful teardrop shape. Despite their size they were not saggy and the skin was smooth and pale as an egg. All the other girls were jealous of her and Tara knew it.

This state of affairs could have continued indefinitely without the intervention of Jane. Jane was new to the strip joint and had an even more striking profile than Tara. She was of roughly the same size and build (apart from dark hair) but her tits were at least an E cup. Tara didn't think that size was possible without implants but if they were implants they were extraordinarily well done. Before too long all the tips started to go to Jane.

Tara was jealous and resolved to do something about it whatever the cost. She needed better tits and she needed them soon. She scoured the ads for plastic surgeons, unable to pay the highest costs and afraid to pay the lowest.

For weeks she was adrift on a sea of despondency as this dilemma preyed at her mind and Jane continued raking in the popularity until she saw a new ad. This one promised to give a free, revolutionary and experimental boob job to anyone willing to undergo the procedure. Essentially she would be a guinea pig, a lab rat. Tara didn't care. The ad mentioned that the procedure had been performed successfully several times in the past with great success, only a few more tests were necessary. She had to be quick to get it for free. Within moments the number was dialled and an appointment set. Tara was going to get pumped up!

Dr Martin was a pleasant man of about fifty. Tara actually thought that she'd seen him before, ogling her from the back of the club. It was not unlikely; all sorts of men enjoyed themselves there. His explanation of the procedure though was far from pleasant.

"First of all," he said calmly "We will make insertions into your breasts and completely rebuild them from the inside. I'm afraid to say that only your skin and upper layer of flesh will remain in that area. We will insert the implant under your skin where it will remain deflated. In fact it will be up to you when you want breasts and when you don't."

This sounded beyond strange to Tara "What do you mean?"

"What I'm saying is this: we will provide you with a injection pumping system and supplies of collagen, your implants and therefore your breasts will remain deflated until you spend twenty minutes or so filling them with collagen, then you are ready to go out. This system has its advantages especially when it comes to performing household tasks. DD cups getting in the way of the washing up? No problem, simply deflate your breasts until you want them later."

"How much will I be able to inflate them to?"

"As much or as little as you want within reason, we will provide you with some oil for your breasts to allow the skin to stretch a lot more than normal."

It sounded like it would work but also too bizarre to be true "Any problems, err, any dangers involved with this err... Procedure."

Dr Martin was confident as usual "Only one small problem and that's more of an inconvenience than a danger. If you leave the collagen in your implants for too long it will forcibly discharge through your nipples. It isn't painful and certainly not dangerous but it is surprising and potentially embarrassing, we affectionately call it a "blow out". We recommend you leave the collagen in only twelve hours. That really is the only thing. So ready to begin?"

Tara's head swam. On one side this could give her the potential to have the biggest breasts she wanted, on the other it would leave her with very small breasts for a good deal of the time and sounded, well, frankly disgusting. Thinking of Jane's smirk really pushed Tara's resolve.

"Yeah I'm ready, where do you want me?"

The operation was, by all accounts, an unequivocal success. Tara had to leave the bandages on her (strangely light feeling) breasts for two weeks. Of course she couldn't work and spent a great deal of time puzzling out the collagen injection system they had given her. It was basically two hose pipes with long needles that went through her nipples, despite her worrying Dr Martin had said she wouldn't feel a thing. These connected to bottles of the clear goop which would empty into her tits. When she was done she just had to massage and suck her nipples to induce lactation to cause the collagen to leak out. It seemed simple enough.

When the bandages came off Tara looked in the mirror and nearly fainted with shock. Her beautiful breasts had completely vanished to be replaced by saggy, empty looking flesh bags. She had to do something about this right away.

The doctor had said that she should only oil her breasts when they were full and at first to only fill them to their normal size in order for the flesh to get used it. The best way to gauge measurements was to put a bra of the correct size on and see when she could fill it. Wearing one of her DD bras Tara felt very strange, it hung off her new shape like she had no breasts at all. Time to change that, she thought. Quickly but very carefully Tara inserted a needle into each nipple (true there was no pain) and turned the valve to the "on" position.

At first nothing seemed to be happening. Then she became aware of a sudden weight on her chest. She looked down. She had boobs again!. Not much yet, Tara estimated a B cup but they were growing. It did take about twenty minutes to fill to the correct size. As soon as the bra was full Tara turned off the nozzles and threw off the bra. Then she danced and cavorted about to feel the swing of her new tits. They felt slightly heavier than before she decided but certainly realistic enough when she felt them.

Tara went to the waste bucket that came with the kit and squeezed at her nipples. It took about ten minutes and felt very, very, strange to see and feel this slow, oozing material squirt from her nipples. After she was empty again she added a special form of acid powder she'd been given and the collagen was completely broken down and destroyed.

This had worked better than she'd dare hope. She filled and emptied them a few times before covering them in the clear oil and going to bed looking forward to work tomorrow.

In the evening Tara spent time inflating her tits to their normal level before leaving for work. She decided not to give away her secret just yet. She arrived and danced as normal but it was a very busy night and as she had just skipped work for two weeks Tara really needed the overtime money. She danced on into the morning along with Jane and lost track of time. It was in this way that Tara experienced her first "blow out".

Tara and Jane were dancing at opposite ends of the stage when Tara felt a rumbling in both tits. It was like she had indigestion but in her breasts! This was very frightening so Tara resolved to leave at the end of this dance. She tried to continue in the normal way but the rumbling feeling of pressure got much worse very quickly.

In the hopes of relieving the pressure she removed her bra and tossed it aside as normal and danced with her DD tits facing the audience. A couple of unbearably tight feeling seconds later it was revealed she had made a colossal mistake. The pressure in her right breast built up to a crescendo and then relieved itself. A thick, sticky, clear stream of collagen shot from her now erect nipple and splatted viscously onto the stage and the tables at the front of the club.

Terrified and dreadfully lopsided looking Tara turned and made to run backstage. However in her haste her high heels slid on a patch of slick collagen and she plunged forwards onto her front. This sudden, hard impact caused her left breast to discharge- right at Jane's feet.

The substance landed in a slimy puddle and Jane planted both high-heeled feet right into it. She went over backwards straight away landing heavily (and stickily) onto her beautiful, tanned backside. Tara leapt to her feet and ran out backstage and away to her car. Her empty tits whipped against her chest strangely as she ran. At last she reached her car and pulled on a jumper. After the drive home she was too distraught to do anything but sleep.

Tara was so mortified over what had happened that she skipped work for the next two days. When she returned (breasts still DD, she didn't want to overfill them yet) it emerged that Jane hadn't been seen either as she had badly bruised her lovely rump and didn't want to look weird on stage. The accident was blamed on some jerk squirting sticky stuff for the girls to fall on so Tara was off the hook. It was also a blessing that no-one had seen her flapping, empty tits as she ran from the scene. This day passed as normal.

Jane returned the next day and was surprised (along with the other girls) to see Tara arrive for work sporting E cups. No-one said anything at first but as they dance on stage Jane hissed to Tara "You think you're real clever getting that boob job don't you, well watch this." She danced to the front of the stage and tossed her bra away, in the course of a normal movement she touched a mole on her breast just so. Immediately her nipples sprang to attention and the gathered clientele looked on in amazement as Jane's E cup breasts swelled and expanded to the music. She swayed seductively as they got huger and heavier before she let them drag them to her knees at the end of the song, they were that big she could only stand up with a great effort. As you can imagine Tara's performance even with her new assets was rather overshadowed and she was very angry. As the lights dimmed she turned swiftly and called after Jane but her rival had already left.

This was rather odd as she usually lingered chatting to the men before the next two girls came on, and her breasts, growing like that, how was that even possible? Tara resolved to find this mystery out. She stormed down the corridor (having retrieved her clothes, she wasn't that angry) and slammed open Jane's dressing room door without knocking. She wished she had, the sight within left her feeling sick.

Jane in reality was hideous. Stick thin, absolutely skeletal, her ribs could easily be seen, she had no flesh on her legs or arms, even her face was skull like. Empty bags of skin had replaced her breasts, butt and lips. She looked pitiable.

As Tara drunk in this nauseating scene she saw that Jane was attached to about twenty different tubes. Gradually her body was swelling up to the dimensions she appeared in public with.

"So, boob job girl has come to complain that I beat her." Laughed Jane dryly, even her voice was different, harsher somehow. "Take a look, have I really won? I believe I am your forerunner, am I right?"

Judging by the equipment she was but Tara could only nod.

"Thought so, they made a good job with you, I was the first you know. A year ago, I wasn't much to look at and they convinced me to let them test their new procedures on me, all of them." As she spoke her lips became less flap like and more full looking.

"So I am now left with two extremes, absolute beauty when I want or abject ugliness the rest of the time. I'm healthy you know, with that much collagen you wouldn't think so would you? But they keep it all in implants, little bags you know? I'm basically a load of skin stretched over a human shaped implant, disgusting isn't it? But you saw the power I have tonight, would you believe I'm happier this way?"

Tara didn't answer.

"Well I am, much happier, its rather high maintenance but the rewards outweigh the costs in my opinion. Of course most people wouldn't understand, you can't tell anyone, alight?"

"All right" croaked Tara as her eyes played over Jane's naked, expanding form.

"Good girl, oh wait, I expect you want to know one thing, how could I expand my chest just like that? Well its simple but best served with a demonstration" she raised her left leg. It was fuller now and Tara could see that she Jane was still wearing her high heels.

"Try to pull my shoe off would you?"

Unable to resist Tara did so. No matter how hard she tugged the shoe remained firmly locked in place.

"You see, those aren't shoes at all, they are fashioned from my own flesh, genetically altered in many different ways of course but my own just the same. They contain an organic pumping system allowing me to attach a tube and pump collagen up my legs into my breasts. Far fetched I know but certainly not impossible, unlikely I'll grant you and uncomfortable definitely, that's why I don't do it much but you made me a trifle jealous tonight."

Tara nodded again, Jane had now swelled up to her normal proportions.

"Well I have to be going but remember not to tell anyone about my "abnormality" got it?"

Tara felt only pity for this mad, mutilated creature so she agreed and turned to leave. It was then that Jane upped the stakes. Leaping with catlike speed she crossed the room and brought a heavy tank of collagen down with a crack on Tara's head. Unconsciousness followed swiftly.

When she awoke the room was dark and the first thing she was aware of was the intense pain in her breasts. The skin felt raw all over and tight, oh so tight. When she found she could move her arms she ran her hands over a couple of weird objects that were crushing her breasts. They reminded her of those gigantic balloons that kids played with. Then she felt the sensation, weak but there. They were her breasts!

Flailing in panic with one hand Tara managed to get the table lamp working and discovered that her tits had been foully engorged. She tore the hosepipes from her nipples but feared it was too late. Both breasts together were now the size of a single armchair. The skin was white and so stretched as to almost seethrough, indeed she could see the silhouette of the swollen implant inside. Jane had knocked her out and left her to burst. She had to get out, find Jane and stop her. But first things first.

She rubbed and squeezed and kneaded her tits for fully half an hour. Playing with herself like that usually brought pleasure but with her flesh stretched so badly it only brought burning pain, she fought back tears.

Eventually she felt the familiar rumbling but now on a massive scale. Her whole body shook as the implants opened and twin jets of disgusting clear collagen blasted across the room. It felt really good to have the pressure relieved and she kept doing it until her tits were reduced to the size of basketballs. It was time to act. Seeing the clock showed nine thirty pm she realised that she had remained there, swelling dangerously, for about twenty four hours. No time to lose.

Tara hurtled to her feet and, grabbing a random bag, pelted out the door. She skidded a couple of times due to her impractical shoes and increased weight up top but reached the stage without incident. Peeping from behind a curtain she could see that Jane had inflated her chest to rediculous proportions again. Even bigger than Tara's seemingly fixed now basketballs. This would be easy.

Finding a thin black tube that led from between boards on the stage to Jane's "shoes" (Tara couldn't believe she'd never noticed it before) she quickly cut it in two and held the end to prevent collagen leakage. Now she took a bottle of the acid powder from the bag she had grabbed and poured it into the tube. The pump system in Jane's organic "pumps" drew it up immediately.

As Jane was leaing pendulously towards a handsome young man a look of surprise and panic crossed her face before she was thrown off balance as her chest deflated immediatley. Her breasts became empty flesh bags like Tara's were normally, apart from with the acid added the last of the collagen was dissolved as smoke poured from Jane's nipples. She wung round in a rage as the acid spread. It didn't hurt her but it made her assets disappear like scotch mist. Within seconds the sounds of men being sick could be heard as Jane tried to hurry off stage. However she ran into Tara.

"You!" She screamed and leapt at her scratching and clawing. Tara merely tried to fend the blows off. As she goined the upper hand she used the extra weight on her chest to propel Jane backwards onto the stage and onto her butt. As she lay seemingly defeated though she managed to aim a kick upwards. Her stiletto heel might have been made of flesh but it was sharp and hard and slashed Tara's left breast wickedly. It exploded releasing a foul torrent of collagen in a spreading pool. This hurt immensly but it was Jane's parting shot. The weight of the still remaining right breast had covered her mouth and with the reduced lung capacity in her ravaged body she had died. Tara was sorry but believe that Jane had been mad in any case, death was almost certainly a release.

Much later Tara had pleaded self defense and with so many witnesses from their audience had escaped punishment for the death. She went back to Dr Martin and got him to replace her collagen pumping implants with regular F cup ones after repairing the damage done by Jane's heel. She still dances and loves the size and weight of her new breasts however she believes that pump your own is just too much trouble than its worth.