Test ride for a boob job

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He could see that she was nervous. She needed to swallow hard as she looked at the syringe

"Don't worry" he said, just take off your top and bra and lie down on the table over there. You have recent pictures of your breasts right, or do we need to still take them?

The woman looked away, and undressed. "Yes, I took pictures yesterday" she said. She didn't look bad. Somewhat on the skinny side for his tastes, but not bad. As she lay down, he walked to her side. He could see from her nipples that she was excited.

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"Are you ready?"

"Yes", she said through closed teeth.
"But scared" It was not a question
"Yes" she admitted, best to get on before I change my mind.
He turned to the small working table, and filled a syringe. As he put his hand on her chest, and started to bring the syringe towards her breast, she was breathing so fast and shallow he feared that she would hyperventilate. He put the syringe away again.

"You are very scared" I'm just nervous". You will need to calm down. I can't do this, if you are breathing this fast, and are close to panicking."
"I'm not close to panicking"
"Than calm down a bit."
"You know that we can work with a slow gravity based infusion rather than active injection, which will be easier on you right?"
"I know, but I want it this way.", the woman said, as she smilingly wiped a tear from her left eye. "I'm ready now."

He could see that she was more in control of herself now.

He put his hand down again, and put the syringe against the bottom of her breast. The woman gasped as he pushed the needle in. "This will burn a bit" he said as he started to inject the saline solution.

When the first needle went out, the woman breathed a sigh of relief. Than he drew the second, and again pushed the needle in, 60° farther.

"Five times right?" she asked

"6 actually". But,... I tought we had agreed to to 300mL, and it are 60mL syringes?" she spoke through gritted teeth as he pushed the liquid in.

"Yes, but I can't comfortably work the syringe if I fill it up to 60mL, so It 'll be 6 times 50."

"God, and I thought I was almost half way." Midway through the sentence, he had stopped injecting, and her change of voice midsentence was remarkable."

"Just one more, and you are half way", he said soothingly.

The third needle went in on the other side of the base of her right breast.

After having injected the base of her right breast, he proceeded with the same procedure on her left breast.

Than came top right, and top left.
By the time the last syringe of saline was almost in, she looked down at her breasts and saw that they were bigger.

She gingerly sat up, holding her breasts. She liked the heavier feel of them.

"So, what pose did you take these pictures in yesterday?"

"Just standing".

"Okay, stand up, in as close to the same way as possible, and than I will take the pictures so you can compare them.

After the pictures where taken, he told her that she could get dressed, at that time, she realised her mistake, her breasts wouldn't fit into her B-cup bra anymore, and they were to tender to force them into a way too small bra now.

"A yes, I'm sorry, I tought I had told you to take that into account" he laughed
Luckily the woman could laugh with it as well. She put on her top, and stuffed her bra in her pants pocket."

"So 24 hours before they are back to normal right?"

"Less or more", have fun with them, hope it helps in making your decision, I've already sent the pictures to you emailadress.

"Thank you"

As he saw her walk out of his practice, she looked supreme. Coming in she had been nervous, hunched over a bit, timidly looking,... Now she walked out like a woman ready to take on the world, this was the usual way. Originally, he had just tought that the woman were happy to briefly have the bigger breasts they had been wanting for a long while, but after years of providing this service, he had noticed that it was way more pronounced in those who had him inject her breasts, rather than those who went for the slower less painful infusion process. Endorphines, he guessed