She asks the internet.

Monica sat at her computer desk, a frown of concentration on her face as she stared at the screen. It was a little after eleven now. Steven had an early morning the next day and had gone to bed a while ago, which meant she'd finally had the time to figure out what she was going to do about getting herself huge tits. The first step, she'd figured, was deciding what huge was really going to mean for her. After thinking about it a while, she had almost decided that if her implants were big enough to make her uncomfortable with them, they would certainly seem huge to her. Working from there, she'd thought that perhaps going up to a full D cup would be plenty; that was two full size up, after all. Everyone she knew would certainly notice, and it was enough of a change that she wouldn't be able to claim they were anything but fake.

As she started to look up what kinds of implants she might want to get, though, she realized that while D cups might seem huge to her, and maybe even to people who knew her, they wouldn't look huge to most people. Sure, they might notice they were fake if she was wearing something revealing, but if she wanted it to be clear that she had huge fake tits, she would have to wear that sort of clothing all the time, and the thought of that made her face flush with embarrassment. She needed huge fake tits, but that didn't mean she wanted to dress like a stripper all the time. Besides, she had to be sure they were huge, or she knew they wouldn't be good enough, and she definitely didn't want to have to get surgery more than once just because she hadn't gone huge enough the first time.

Realizing that, she started trying to look up "huge fake tits" on the internet. Almost immediately, she found herself blushing again as her browser filled itself with advertisements for porn and worse. She quickly started to amend her search to something more clinical, but hesitated. The people who browsed for this sort of thing on purpose were the ones who were likely to think of what really qualified breasts as "huge", or thought of them as "tits". If she just looked up average breast sizes and tried to go bigger than would be normal, then a lot of people might not think they were huge, and she needed a consensus. Reluctantly, she went back to her original search, but tried to look for forums or discussion instead of just lewd videos.

As she looked, she realized this might take longer than she'd originally thought. Apparently people had lots of opinions on what huge really meant. She saw some of these girls with breasts she wasn't even sure they made bras for that people were calling just "big"! Eventually, she found herself on a site that she would never have thought she'd be looking up when she started her day; one that listed models by the cc's in their fake breasts. She figured that if she could find a size that these people were calling huge, then no one would reasonably be able to think she didn't have huge fake tits either.

She clicked through the sizes and examined the models, getting more and more nervous as she kept going up. She passed 1000 cc's early on, and realized that while they were finally starting to regularly get called fake tits, most people still weren't calling them huge! She paused for a few moments at 1200 cc's, looking at a picture someone had uploaded of Chloe Khan.

The girl was basically a picture of the quintessential bimbo - the absolute first thing anyone would notice about her were her tits. She was plenty fake in other ways, too, but no question that her tits were going to get the most attention. Were they huge, though? The site didn't seem to think so. Monica examined the picture for a little while, looking closer at Chloe's exaggerated features. She felt herself blushing a little bit again, but this time the heat wasn't just confined to her face.

She squirmed a little in her chair, uncomfortable. It wasn't like her to get aroused like this, just looking at a picture of another woman. She wasn't going to claim she was one hundred percent straight, but she'd always been mostly attracted to men, and Steven had always been more than enough for her, sexually. On the other hand, she'd basically been looking at porn for the last few hours, she rationalized. It would be enough to get anybody thinking about sex.

Clicking away from Chloe, she browsed through the next couple of sizes, finding it harder and harder to ignore her growing arousal as she kept examining these women with their progressively bigger tits. Soon she was going to have tits like these - no, bigger than these, she realized, since none of these women apparently counted as huge! She tried to deny it, but that thought was turning her on hard, and it was getting really difficult to keep her hands off her own body. She shook her head, though - she needed to focus if she was going to get this done!

Then she clicked to the next picture, and she gasped as a thrill ran through. She finally saw what she'd been looking for - tits that someone was calling huge! She'd never heard of this girl Adriana Alencar, but that hardly mattered; clicking through photo after photo, she saw them talk about her "huge, fake tits" over and over again, and realized she was leaning forward in her seat and practically panting from the pulsing need of her body. The site said they were 1500 cc's, but all she could see were how enormous they seemed on the model's slight frame, how they were the most prominent thing on her from every angle. This was it. These were the kinds of tits she needed - the sort of huge, fake tits she Needed, and realizing she'd found them sent a shock straight through her body. Her breasts (her sad little breasts, she thought somewhere) flushed and her pussy throbbed and she came, right there in her office chair, without ever laying a hand to herself! Her hand flew to her face and she bit down, containing the squeals that almost burst out of her as her body hummed with the satisfaction of getting closer to her new Needs.

She slumped back in her chair, breathing hard. "Wow," she muttered to herself. She hadn't orgasmed that hard in...hell, had she ever cum like that? She'd known she needed huge fake tits, but she hadn't thought it would turn her on like this! Her eyes flicked back to the screen, and bit her lip as the image of the tits she would soon have caught her gaze again. She took the time to really examine them now, seeing how they couldn't help but dominate the woman's frame. They wouldn't just be the first thing anyone noticed about her, they would practically be the only thing anyone noticed - why would you look at her face when those tits were right there, as big as her head and so much more perfect. The thrill wasn't quite as instantly strong as before, but as she thought about those huge fake tits on her own body, she felt her pussy heating up again. She felt the urge to let her hands roam again, and this time she let it happen, gliding up her torso. Her right hand slid under her shirt, shifting her bra aside to tweak her tits - no, her breasts, she corrected herself. They were just breasts now, but soon they'd be huge fake tits, and oh fuck that thought as she stared at the girl on the screen brought her right back to the edge almost instantly. She practically broke the button off her pants as she frantically shoved her hand down in them, stroking her clit wildly as she felt the wave of arousal crash over her again and again, turning her head to scream into the headrest. Tomorrow, she was going to call a surgeon about getting her huge fake tits, and Monica couldn't be happier about fulfilling her Needs!