Media frenzy

Emma woke up to see that her phone was full of messages, even more than usual. She had really caused a storm with her scandalous revelation. She looked down at the massive fake tits she had installed. It was an expert job with no scars, but her skin stretched tightly around her huge implants, they jutted away from her body defying gravity. She had really gone overboard and could understand the commotion a bit, but come on!

"I'm on the front page of like every god damn gossip rag on the internet! Like what the hell they are just tits people, every girl has a pair!" Emma threw her phone across her bed exasperated. She dragged herself off her bed and made some coffee nude, her new breasts swaying too and fro as she bounced around the kitchen. At which time the doorbell rang. The stupid tech-home shit made it so she had to see her agent waving for her to open on a cam on the fucking fridge. Emma groaned, life would not wait.

"Fine!" Emma threw her hands in the air and noticed her boobs went flying uncomfortably in every direction. She made a mental note to always put on a bra first. A small sigh- she really did need one now. She buzzed her agent in and went to go dress. Emma selected a nice light-pink bra and panty set along with a casual black yoga pants and a comfortable blouse that showed no cleavage. She looked at herself in the mirror to make sure she looked respectable, maybe a bit of tasteful lipstick, so faint it almost looked natural. Some eye shadow lightly applied to give her a smoky mysterious look. She gave herself that classic Emma look, she knew how to melt hearts after all. Ok.

Her agent had a stack of papers already spread out on her kitchen island.

"Emma, I have so many options for you today, you name it you got it! Tonight show, Ms. Magazine cover, Saturday Night Live, literally any marvel movie you want! I kid you not they said you could be black widow instead of Scarlett!!" Her agent busily rearranged screenplays and printed out emails. Emma noticed for the first time how tiny her Agents breasts were and somewhat envied her tight, lithe frame. Even with a deep cut neck there was not a hint of cleavage. Such a woman of action, such a career driven feminist.... Emma pushed away the thought. Feminism was more than just having tiny tits she reasoned, of course.

Emma stood in the kitchen for a moment seeing all this paperwork, this driven women who had been up for hours already. It was noon. Emma looked down at her massive rack and felt a bit... embarrassed over them almost reflexively.

"I mean, I don't see why I'm getting so many good offers all of a sudden, it's just the same old me." Her agent looked up exasperated. As if dealing with a child.

"Emma, there's no need to be coy about it, these" She pointed at Emma's chest, "Were a fantastic investment in your future."

Emma burned with even more embarrassment and pushed through it.

"I didn't get them to make money with them, like, don't even put it like that!"

"But you totally will, why do you think I encouraged the surgery months ago!? What's good for you is great for me too." Emma couldn't disagree, her agent seemed so confidant, and correct. She stood imposingly in a smart casual suit, and Emma was in comparatively sloppy clothes with embarrassingly big titties. Emma felt like denying any of this attention would just hurt her agents ambitions, so she dropped the issue.

"So pick one, I've selected some of my favorite options here."