She makes it to the clinic

Two days later, Monica found herself blushing a furious crimson as the doctor examined her breasts. Not that the blush was anything new by this point; she'd maintained one shade of red or another since she walked into the office. She'd had breast exams before, naturally; she was proactive about her health. But all her other doctors had been women! She knew, intellectually, that Doctor Nicholas was a professional and he did this sort of thing all the time. Knowing that didn't help, though; this wasn't really for her health, this was for something sexual. Something that turned her on every time she thought about it, actually, and darn it, now she'd thought about it again and now she was even more embarrassed.

"Well, Miss Schott, you're in excellent condition, and I see no reason we can't discuss your procedure further. You can go ahead and dress again for now," the doctor said, sitting back in his chair. "But I have to say, I'm a bit surprised by the nature of the work you want done."

Monica quickly turned around and stepped behind the privacy screen, picking up her bra. This part was what she'd been dreading. "I'm not sure what you mean, Doctor. Is there something unusual about a woman wanting a breast augmentation?"

The doctor spoke to her from the other side of the screen with an apologetic tone. "No, no, of course not. That's most of what we do here at our clinic, actually. Your initial request, though, was a bit out of the ordinary, especially for someone who's never had any prior work done. When we see a request like that, we feel we have a duty to check up a little and make sure that you're looking into this for the right reasons, and of course giving you the best chance we can to understand what your new look will really entail."

Monica finished adjusting her clothes and stepped back out from behind the screen, shaking her head. "I can assure you, Doctor, I know what I'm doing."

The doctor nodded indulgently. "I'm sure you've done your homework, but as a matter of safety, I'll need to go through the usual steps anyway, if that's alright. I couldn't move forward in good conscience without giving you the same talk we give everyone in your situation."

She sighed. "Alright, then. How do we start?"

Doctor Nicholas smiled, and turned to the computer at the desk. Turning the screen around, he tapped a few keys and the display showed a computer generated image of a female figure. "We've entered in your physical measurements here, so this is a fairly accurate representation of what your body looks like now. Our software lets us enter various kinds of procedures, to help get you a better idea of what you're actually looking at."

Pushing a few more keys, the figure's breasts swelled up from the modest chest to a much fuller version. "This is the sort of procedure we often perform for a woman in your position. This would give you a little extra heft and fill out your silhouette in a natural looking way, taking you up to a full D cup with just one procedure. I can guarantee you, with the quality of the work we do here, with proper aftercare there would be virtually no scarring, and for most women this or something very similar would be my recommendation."

Monica frowned, and opened her mouth, but the doctor lifted a hand. "I know, you were clear this wasn't going to be enough of an enhancement for you." He adjusted a few more parameters, and the image's breasts expanded again. This time, they were obviously large on the woman's body, hanging heavily on her chest. "This is closer to 1,000 cc's. You can see how the profile changes dramatically at this point. We can still create a very pleasing look, but it's unlikely that they would look very natural on someone with your body type, and the work would likely require either fillable implants or multiple sessions to allow your skin to stretch. This is the sort of work we'd usually only do for someone who had, ah...professional goals to meet. It's not that we don't ever see other requests, but it definitely is unusual."

He gave her a frank look. "I have to tell you, in my professional opinion, this is the largest I can reasonably recommend that you go. I know you were very specific with your original request, but any larger than this and I can't guarantee the sort of quality that we usually want to assure our clients of."

Monica gave him the same sort of look right back. "I understand, doctor, and I appreciate your recommendation. Please..." She hesitated, feeling her cheeks start to heat up again, but this time not with embarrassment. "Please show me what it looks like with what I requested."

He searched her face for a moment, but eventually nodded. "Alright, here we go."

The doctor tapped at his keyboard one more time, and Monica watched as the figure on the screen changed, her breath speeding up as she looked for the first time at what her body would really look like with the tits she wanted. The huge fake tits she Needed. And watching it happen, seeing those tits - her tits - expand into their full glory, she felt that thrill run through her again. The same thrill she'd felt that first night flashing straight through her body in a wave of pure pleasure and anticipation, pulsing in her pussy and her clit and especially her breasts, and she couldn't help but gasp as her body arched in a sudden orgasm. She tried to hide it, biting her cheeks against the scream of pleasure she felt trying to tear its way out of her, but as she shuddered and shook, she saw the doctor staring at her in shock.

Oh, fuck, he just watched me cum just from thinking about my huge fake tits, she realized, and that thought practically set her off all over again. She sat there for a few moments, trying not to pant too hard as she tried to think of something to tell Doctor Nicholas, but after a minute or so of blinking at each other awkwardly, he visibly gave up on trying to think of something tactful to say.

"So...I guess you like them, then."

She nodded, too stunned to even summon up a blush. "M-hm."