With a deep breath, she opened her pouty beestung lips and muttered "And....73". Crim smiled as she checked the measurement given in inches by the tape measurer she had drawn around her bust as she looked into the mirror. She always found it a bit amusing whenever she got that number, because it is the exact same number as her own body height. Putting the tape down, she grabbed a nearby pen and wrote the number down in the little journal she kept in her bathroom, tracking her bust measurements daily. After closing the journal, she paused for a moment as she realized just what day it was. "Man, has it really been 10 years?" She quipped to herself. The fox was prone to nostalgia tripping, and the fact it was her day off pretty much let her mind begin to wander just where this whole thing had begun. 

The 29 year old shemale fox hadn't always been this rather exaggerated caricature of femininity. When she was 19, she wasn't a she at all, back then she was decisively male without question. In her college days she had been skinny as a beanpole and was only maybe 160lbs soaking wet. Although the fox hadn't let the frame get in the way of some of his favorite hobbies at that time, especially cosplaying. He had made costumes of both genders of characters, considering that although he was a guy, he had some fairly wide hips that would've counted as childbearing on some women.

He had a few friends that he loved to hang out with and they would always dare each other to do some of the most stupid things for some amazing amount of money. On that day came the one dare that pretty much set the whole ball of yarn in to motion. Some of his friends who had taken notice of his cosplaying habits had dared him to go the extra yard and get some breast implants and keep them in for a year, and if he did they would pay the tuition for his next year of college. To a normal person, this would have been a no off the bat, but for him it wasn't so with that prize. He knew his friends were always good on their word when it comes to payments.  He had worn prosthetics a bit when cosplaying, he thought at that point, this can't be too different.

Soon he found out, that it would be nothing the same. That fateful doctor appointment came and as he was put unto that table and was given the general anasthetic and told to count down, "100, 99, 98, 97...." and then he was out, thus taking the first baby step of this grand journey. What felt like an instant later, although really it had been quite a few hours, he woke up feeling incredibly groggy. He groaned about what felt like a figurative elephant on his chest, not realzing what it was till he actually took the time and notice the pair of breasts now bestowed upon his frame. They stuck out at least a few inches almost into a good handfull even though his torso was bound at the moment. He found out from the doctor afterwards that for a skinny guy, it turned out he surprisingly had rather elastic skin when it came to handling things like this. A byproduct of whatever had given him his hips at the time.

After a few days he was released from the hospital and was allowed to go home, as long as he gave it a few more days before he could remove the bandages.  When the time came he was eager, unravelling the bandages, and thus revealing the girls as they so lovingly were named that day. Shortly after he realized he was gonna need support for these. Not one to put things lightly since at the time he thought he would have these for a year, he made sure he got a proper fitting done to make sure that this was gonna be taken care of. It took a few tries and many calls, but eventually he found one place that took him seriously and they had set up the appointment. It was a nervous time for him, but also a bit exciting once he saw that measuring tape being brought out as he had pulled off the shirt he had on. 

He had always been a fan of numbers, knowing values, calculating volumes, various things like that. The more that he knew the more he felt like he could grasp his sutation better. His eyes widened as he saw those female hands begin to draw that fabric tape around his newfound bust, eying every little number as the tape was drawn tight. He felt like he was starting to own this, finding out he barely just squeaked into a D cup. "Go big or go home." was the lone thought in his head as a smile came on his face once he was fitted.  Paying for the bras, he headed home ready to face the next year of having these breasts. He wanted to show them off to his friends, but he figured that would probably cause them to want to see them more often than he would probably end up caring for.

As the year dragged on mainly from his boring classes, he was starting to have a shift in his thoughts. He was starting to really enjoy the breasts more than just as an asthetic on his form, and he loved wearing the bras to accompany them, almost to the point of forgetting he had even agreed to a dare cause of these. He had started to let his hair grow out instead of trimming it every  month or so, wearing it in a ponytail at times once it started getting long enough. It was the start of his self realisation that maybe that his cosplays were a hint at something deeper within his mind that is finally getting a way to express itself. With the year coming to an end, crim had put on a little bit weight, though it was partly some muscle from making sure to keep proper posture, as well as his hair reaching down to about his shoulders.

His friends were surprised that he hadn't really complained or even hid them that much to their chagrin. Although amusingly he was the one laughing on the way to the bank when his friends had to pony up their money. It was at that point he started to really evaluate where he wanted to go with his life, considering he actually liked some of the changes he had been going through. So with a bit of soul searching, and later to the shock of his friends, he didn't want to have the implants taken out at all. Counting all that money, he really decided to take control of his life for once and decided to put it to towards his next surgery, which in the end would be far from his last.

A chill came across Crim's nipples bringing her mind back to present day reality, the cool metal of the piercings conducting the lack of heat noticably. She realized she needed to get dressed at this point and proceeds to make her way to her closet. She had a grand wardrobe, although it was more like a catalog of tops, with each section of the closet having a number range written on a piece of tape. The lowest of which scribbled with a 48 on it. She had gathered many tops over the years because she obviously wasn't that same D cup she was 9 years ago. Grabbing a bra from the drawer in that section, she started to cover her massive breasts as her eyes wandered over towards a box in the corner which looked like it had contained some keepsakes. With a grunt she closed the clasps on the back before heading over to look at it out of nostalgia's sake.

Cracking open the box, she sees a few garments of clothing, remembering the long abandoned outfit namely because she outsized it at this point. She remembered well when she could fit in it, it was when she had gotten her first real big upgrade up top. After winning that bet all those years ago, she had gotten an itch that just needed scratching. At the time he wanted to go bigger up top, like some of the women he had seen on the internet late at night. With this surgery he had also set up getting a rather sizeable lip implant. For this fateful day 8 years ago, this was going to be the turning point, that he wasn't just going to be a guy with boobs anymore, that 'she' would be the pronoun that would be used when refering to him.

Of course he wasn't going to give up his cock and balls, he was way too attached to it just because even back then he was decently hung, why would he want to have something removed after all? Surgeries never get any less frightening when it comes to general anaesthetic to be put under, hence why this time he wanted to stave off needing another surgery for a while. Getting expander style implants this time instead of what he currently had upon his chest. It took a bit of searching to really find a doctor that wanted to cater to his whims, but after a month or so, he found one. A rather busty squirrel that seemed eager to help people reach the desired body they wanted.  As he layed on the table, he knew this was the last time he was going to refer to himself as a guy, and when waking up he would now be a she. As the mask was put on him, he started counting down from 100 like always. "100,99,98,97,96..." he made it further than last time, but just before he could celebrate, he was out like a light.

Later that night, he woke up on the hospital bed, groggy as ever when he was in these situations. But looking down, a glorious view was in sight. Two grand mounds adorned the chest of that plucky fox, as well as the feeling of his lip feeling like it was swollen out till next tuesday. The fox knew the surgery was a success, and for the first time in her life, the words she ran through it. She had crossed that line, and it was only going to be a glorious journey from here on in. The skin on her chest felt drum tight as the extra weight of the new implants kicked in. She had gone from a mere 750ccs each all the way up to about 2100cc's each implant. She had been using some cream to help the elasticity of her skin out as much as possible beforehand. The doctor agreed to try and put in as much as she could while keeping it safe. After the doctor came in and checked to make sure everything was alright with her waking up, she was given some privacy to rest, but beore she did, she groped those breast's of hers. Just the thought of 10 pounds of saline within her skin just gave her a rush at the time.

After a few days she was released home and again she was told to keep the bandages on for a few days before removing them.  The night she was allowed to, she was nervous as she stood there looking in the mirror, a pair of scissors in hand to cut the attaching point of the bandage.  With a snip, she took a deep breath as she slowly began unraveling the cloth. There was much more to pull off this time, but when it came off, those massive mounds were just breathtaking to her. Her areola and nipples were stretched out further with the skin accommodating so much more saline and plastic. Her hands gravitated to them immediately, having these just felt empowering. A grunt came from her when they felt so firm to begin with, but she knew this would lessen over time. She couldn't help massage them a bit, almost to the point of getting arroused over it, but she was too wrapped up with her new toys.

Both of her hands slipped up to under her armpits, she could feel a pair of bumps under her skin, a shiver ran down her spine. The fill up ports, those words echoed through her mind at the implications that it carried. With enough time, she could be awake to see her next gain once her skin could handle it. That was one of her real big things, she was into breast expansion, even when just looking on the internet she used to read stories people wrote that involved expanding mounds of bosom and everything, enjoying every bit of growth that she read about. To her,this was going to be the closest thing she'd be able to have seen at this point that compares to it. Her mind recalled about having a camera, she would have to ask the doctor if she could record the fill up whenever it did happen. She harumphed though as she realized one thing, she did not have any bras for these new melons of hers, and she couldn't prepare in advance because she didn't know how much she was going to gain.

Making an appointment with her fitting friend just kind of got her anxious to actually have another fitting, just seeing that tape again brought a smile to her beestung lips. The bovine seamstress was shocked to see the extra gain, but was just eager as ever to help her friend out. Crim's eyes were fixated on those numbers as she saw the tape, seeing that number go up several inches as the tape became taught quicker than last time. She almost let herself expell a shudder of joy, but she didn't want to act weird infront of her friend.  "Well, since your last fitting, you have gone from a D cup, all the way to a K cup. Any larger and we'd have to custom order your bras." The fox just marveled at the impact of those words, that she was big enough that any more and she'd have to be tailored too, just the thought that normal clothes were breaking to her will almost. With her new pack of bras, she headed home as she was eager to try them, but also just as eager to out grow them. She was getting boobie greed, it was settling in, just like last time the words, "Go big or go home" went through her mind, her lips just mouthing them.

Her mind wafted back into reality a bit as she held the former K cup bra up to her left breast, the two bountiful cups by normal standards would struggle to hold the equivalent of the boulders she was carrying on her chest by now. She's always had this boobie greed, even to this day. Setting the bra back in the box she noticed a DVD in a jewel case in the box, she chuckled as her thoughts drifted back to that first fill up. Tapping that DVD in her hands as she got somewhat arroused thinking back to the exact contents of that disc. The doctor was more than willing to agree to let her film it as long as the doctor's face was kept out of frame, and for artistic purposes she kept everything from her nose up out of frame too, after all this was about her bust.  The vixen was looking more and more female as a year had passed since that last surgery, a bit of definition appearing on her frame as her muscles kept adjusting to the increasing burden she was putting on them.

She was settled down into a chair and made comfortable, her breasts sagged fairly naturally at this point since they had about a year to soften up and reveal that the implant was nowhere near filled as it could've handled. She was definitely going to be putting it to the test at this point however. She didn't know if it was going to be asking too much, but she had asked for again the most her skin could handle at this point. The female doctor had grabbed about six liters worth of saline, but had more in reserve if it was needed. After all Crim knew fully well the power of numbers, its diminishing returns as she grows, it takes more cc's just to get that next inch, that next cup. The fox watched as her left fill up port site was sterilized first, then that needle was filled with saline which was soon going to be in her, her eyes widening as that bottle was drained into that syringe.

She bit her pouty lip in anticipation as that needle pierced her flesh, her toes curling at the thought. As that syringe was pushed in, she grunted as she felt a bit of pressure as the increasing amount of fluids entered her implant, her skin stretching around the swelling implant shell as the nerves were pressed against by the warmth. She had her right breast as a control in this setting, something to compare. God it just made her excited as she felt that increasing weight upon her as the breast became perkier, rounder, fuller. The first syringe gone, the doctor poked the breast with a finger to gague how much give she still had, proceeding to fill the syringe again as she drained yet another bottle. And once again that syringe was back in her armpit, expanding that flesh into almost fake looking, the more her breast was swelling, the more she was having some swelling of her own in her pants, just feeling all that pressure and her skin drawing tight. 

With that second syringe gone, a third replaces it, the doctor giving one more poke, while speaking up, "Seems you are almost at the limits, do you wanna push it to the last bit or settle with what you have now?" Crim looks up at her, "If I can handle it, do it." The doctor looks with a smirk, "Somehow I knew you'd say that." The third syringe was put in and about half of it emptied before the skin was incredibly taut. The doctor looks at the syringe to see how much is left to give crim the numbers, "Well, that was 2500cc, so that brings you to a total of 4600cc in that breast, you proud with that result?" The fox looked down and just marveled at sheer difference between her left and right breast. "Yes, very much so." With that the doctor proceeds to bring the other breast up to speed, stopping at the same overall size after a few syringe fulls. 
"And 4580CC on the right breast. I think you need to motivate your left breast a little more, they're not keeping up in terms of tissue." She chuckles as she sets the syringe down and wipes both of Crim's ports. The fox is handed her shirt back, the once extra baggy shirt obviously wasn't going to be that way anymore. "Don't try running in general for a while, it's going to be a bit before you can get your bras in even with a fitting." The doctor smiled as she walked to the camera and turned it off for the eager fox. Crim knew what that smile implied, she could tell that she must've had to deal with custom bras too at one point considering her size. And much to the doctor's word, Crim had to wait for a fitting, and even longer for the bras to arrive in the mail, and cost a bit more which is really when she started realizing she really need to take good care of her bras. She was proud with those volleyballs on her chest at that point though, playing with them whenever she had free time at home.

Her mind returned from being lost in the memory as she realized she was still standing there pretty much only wearing a bra and this point, she still had to get dressed at this rate. Next she grabbed her boxers and stuffed her impressive ass and equally obscene bulge between her thighs, both much bigger as well because of this journey. The only thing she's practically shrunk over the years is her waist line through corsets. She grabs her corset and starts to lace herself up to pull off a few inches of circumference of her waist to make her hips flare out comparitavely. All three of these things part of her daily routine, all started around the same time after she had begun sportting those volleyball sized breasts years ago. 

While her breasts kept getting bigger, the rest of her wasn't looking much different than when she had begun this transformation. She had done her research and found out about butt implants, and read into how much more time it takes to recover, but she felt that was a bit of a necessity because in her mind, she wasn't going to be the shape of feminity that was in her mind. While she had set up that appointment, she realized there wasn't any way to flare out her hips further than they were, so she figured the next best way to go for that hourglass was to try and train her waist down, slowly indulging into corsets, which was its own effort in trying to find some that work while sporting those hefty mounds.  That first tightening was something else, finding it slightly hard to breath initially, but little by little it was becoming tolerable enough to wear for an hour or two here and ther. Over the course of the few months while waiting for the butt implants to be ordered and surgery, she was able to end up wearing it almost the entire day while she was awake.
 
With her feeling comfortable about that, she was able to start working on pinching in that waist incrementally. Although it would have to take a break the day that surgery came. It was weird for the first time in practically 5 years of having procedures to be on her belly this time, it was its own effort considering she was laying on a pair of somewhat firm volleyballs. Counting down she was under before she could reach 96, out like a light for the procedure as those hefty implants were put into her fairly plush butt, taking it from just curvy to an outright shelf of butt cheeks. She had to take a couple weeks off from her work and had to lay on her side a lot while her body adjusted to the extra space her rear was taking up. While she couldn't feel the implants as she sit, it still took her mind a while to adjust how much her rear stuck out, occasionally knocking over a bowl or getting stuck in a chair she thought she could still fit in.

She was starting to need to buy pants a few sizes larger just to accomodate her plush rear, though one thing still kinda felt lacking at this point. It was then she really started to find and indulge in a thing that she would soon find that would almost become a relaxing time for her at night.  While the rest of her was growing, she wished that she was able to make her package grow along with her to keep up proportionally with what she was hoping to achieve. A friend of hers led her into the world of vacuum pumping. That was a fun hobby she started to partake in, just like with her corsetting starting slow, and then working her way bigger and longer.  It was always fun just filling out each of those tubes to the point she would have to buy a new one when she outgrew it.  Her mind back in reality looks at the shelf of chambers each larger than the last, a smile on her face as she has what looks like a pair of overgrown melons stuffed in her boxer's at the moment that rival a bowling ball in weight.

She grinned as she grabbed her tanktop for the day, tugging it down over her vast bosom as she clothed herself. That was always one of the big motivations for her, just the weight of it all, wanting to feel more and more. It was that lust for mass that drove her to her current implants after all, but what a fun journey that was getting them in the first place. It was about 4 years ago when this happened, just finishing off with her latest fill up bringing her to 8000cc's a piece, outsizing a pair of basketballs at this point as they were proudly on display on her chest, that 32lbs of saline in total just feeling great upon her.  As she was marveling over her added mass, the doctor informed her about the fact she had pretty much reached the 200% overfill limit of her implants, and would advise pushing those any further out of safety reasons. Crim's mind was already lingering onto the thoughts of what should the next size she should have ordered for herself. The doctor grabbed something off her desk and looked at her before handing her a folder. "If you are honestly thinking about continuing to go larger as a whole, maybe you would be willing to help me test out a new implant I've been researching for about the past  seven years or so." 

Crim's eyes widened as she opened the folder and was presented with some diagrams and what almost looked like charts, with numbers everywhere, but numbers she understood. Volume, weight, measurements, numbers that all tickled her mind just the way she loved. As she reached the bottom of the page, she saw that these pages were talking about this implant, all titled with PPP-G. The fox had a real strong inkling about what that meant, from her research on the internet years ago."PPP...you mean Polypropylene? But...I thought those were discontinued off the market years ago for safety reasons due to their unpredictability in terms of how much and how fast they actually grew, not taking into consideration just how long the sutures of the surgery take to heal." The squirrel chuckled and nodded as she was formulating her reponse.

With a twirl of her pen, the doctor begins sharing her side of this discussion. "This makes explaining this a lot easier to you then since it seems you are versed in the realm that these are treading then. Ever since I've been working in plastic surgery, the idea of those implants always seemed amazing to me. Growth without need of fill ups or incrimental surgeries to proceed further and further. So I've spent the better part of the decade trying to refine the idea, to make it mangable, predictable, and unified." She put a hand on the shoulder of the fox as she flipped a few pages further into the folder for her. "The big difference is instead of the original ball of yarn method within a netting that was employed. I've found a way to make it work more controllable in a gel like form. The big side effect though is that it is more responsive to fluid changes, giving it more growth capabilities in general."

The fox chimes in, "But...even if you manage to do that, it still leaves the issue of the weight in question. Cause after a while, the real limits are not physical size, but just how much they burden the body. Most weight I've seen anyone carry is well just around 70lbs, and that only accounts for maybe 16,000cc's a piece." The doctor chuckles as she takes back control of this dialog, "That my fox, was the other big change I managed to engineer. By modifying the chemical a bit, hence why its refered to as PPP Gel, I managed to make it retain only a fraction of its weight. So... I mean someone could effectively go many times larger volumetrically before reaching the limits current implants give. It ends up cycling a marority of the fluid build up. The only downside my research can point out is that you have to urinate a bit more often." The fox sits there and ponders a bit at the implications of this.

"So what I'm basically offering is this. If you're willing to be my test subject and will vouch for these if they work. I will wave the cost of the implants, and the cost of the surgery for you. You just have to be willing to put them to the test with a variance of diets, to see how they react with different levels of fluid and salt intake. Follow my requests for the next two years, and then you're free to use them as you see fit with any diet of choice afterwards. The only real thing is these implants will start you out a bit smaller, I only have enough to make a pair of 3000ccs implants because all of this is coming out of my pocket, but if my math is right these would be able to carry you well to 120 thousand. They are initially injected into a biodegradable shell that the body can absorb so that it gives the body time to heal before the growing initiates. If the size becomes too much for you at any point in particular let me know, they are drainable without ruining the implant, meaning you will be able to grow over and over again if you so wish. So, knowing all of this...do I have you on board?'

Crim nodded, as she wasn't afraid to try something different to be what she wanted to be. And with that her last major surgery was planned up and within a few months she found herself on the table one more time. "100,99,98,97,96,95.." And out like a light, a grin on her face as she knows what the outcome of this surgery will mean. Waking up later that night, she felt incredibly different than when she went in. Looking down she saw wasn't sporting basketballs anymore, but still more than enough to overfill any pair of hands. With that all said and done after a few days she was let out one last time. She recieved a packet in the mail entailing a chart to record bust measurments, and various diet plans she was to adhere to ranging from a low salt, to high salt, and even asking her at one point to do a bit more drinking than she was originally used to. 

When that first month passed she could tell it felt a little different, these implants were far softer than the salines she had sported before, and were far lighter, almost not needing the bra for anything other than covering up her sizeable nipples at this point. The first day or two was a real experience, it was slow growth, it wasn't as startingly noticable like when she got fill ups, but comparing her morning to what she had at night, she could tell as her clothes grew snug, and she overfilled bras. She realized with these, she was going to need to devote a fair bit of her budget for a while to stocking up on a wardrobe for all the sizes she would be able to reach. It was an intoxicating thought whenever she indulged in it, as she came back to her senses from that memory.

She headed to the dresser as she was getting ready to head out and her eyes caught ahold of her old log book that she had just finished last week, sitting right next to her milker, and what looked like a couple of prescription bottles. She picked up the log and flipped through the pages pausing on one noticing what month it had been, the month she had started her hormones, taking as the final leg of her transformation. Even with all that she had done, there had been one last goal of feminine status she had wanted to achive, she had wanted to be able to lactate. To her, that was the most womanly thing one could achive in her mind since that was the closest she could ever attempt to since her body never would be able to get pregnant, but she could trick her body into thinking it was.

"Man, that month was a doozy." She began reading off dates: "November 1st, 75 inches, November 4th 83 inches, November 7th 92 inches, November 11th, 103, November 15th 109, November 23rd, 120 inches, November 30th, 138 inches." that was wild just how much growth she had put in through that month through a combination of the hormones she had taking for a few months before, and all the massaging she had been doing for hours on end each day trying to get herself to finally lactate. Towards the end of the month, having so much breast in its own was a challenge as she was struggling to fit through doors, although deep down she enjoyed it, knowing at times she was too big for even social normalcy. But that rush of bustline gaining was worth it by the end, she could feel her breasts becoming tender as she had developed some tissue ontop of the implants.

That final night of the month was finally the last few tugs that pushed her over the edge, she felt a warm trickle ooze out along the front of her breasts, knowing full well she finally had reached that last goal. She felt like a million dollars even if it had been only a few ounces, but she knew that as long as she kept this up for a while, her body would start taking over on its own. So after that, a rather embarassing call was made to the Doctor to set up for a draining, considering she had one only three months earlier, but the doctor didn't care as long as Crim had the money to pay for the draining. Taking her all the way back down to pretty much that base 3000ccs mentioned all those years ago, though because of the tissue gains it was more like 3500cc total volume. That was the other byproduct of those implants, have them long enough the body does some interesting things to try and keep them in check.

It didn't take too long for her to get back to her more preferred sizes with the milk production in effect, not having to wear out her arms as much since her body took over, when the production became enough she picked up a milker with some custom cups and to take over when she needed drainings at sizes that were a bit rough for her arms reach.  Beyond that as her mind came back to reality once more, was the last of her real big life changes other than just getting some nipple piercings within the last few months, but that was just more a decoration than altering her body to what her mind had desired.

She felt a bit empowered with these implants and her other decisions, that no matter what time of day, she was growing at every moment, becoming larger without having to put any extra effort unless she so wished.  She gave those incredibly fat mounds of hers a good squeeze, confident that every decision she has made about her body to this point was for the best, that this was the journey she had to take. She had strength, she took control of where she went, knowing that she didn't have to settle with what life gave her, if she worked for it, she could get what she wanted. And even if it took 10 years to get that, it was worth every single day. "Here's to another 10 and even more." She says with a laugh as she grabs her wallet and keys, ready to go do some shopping.