Two months later, Monica gets used to her new life

Monica wriggled, adjusting her leggings. Again. She shook her head and turned the treadmill back up, starting slow. It was the first time she was able to exercise on her own without restrictions since getting back, and she was determined to set a decent pace, but it was proving more difficult than she'd thought. Even at the slow pace she was going at, basically just a fast walk, she was having serious trouble keeping her balance.

She glanced down toward the treadmill controls and frowned. She craned her neck, then let herself move back a bit on the treads so she could see the controls. There were still a lot of things she needed to get used to about her new look, and she hadn't anticipated just how different ordinary tasks could be now. Her tits (my huge fake tits, she thought) were completely in the way, and the custom sports bra she was wearing barely even raised them up much, they were so high and tight. She glanced down at them now as they gently bobbed up and down with her pace, dominating her downward field of view underneath the white spandex. The damn things were even more inconvenient and difficult to deal with than she'd feared.

Not to mention the backlash from the school. When she'd come back to work, the faculty had gone absolutely insane. Her principal hadn't even let her make it to her first class before hauling her in to harangue her about her "immoral choices." She had managed to keep calm and explain that it was her body, and under the law she was allowed to do what she wanted with it. He had sputtered and argued, of course, even going so far as to bring in other teachers to try and make the point, but they hadn't been able to do anything about it.

In the weeks following, she'd gotten visits, phone calls, and all sorts of messages from parents regarding the "example she was setting" and "what she'd been thinking," and eventually the school board held a special meeting just to discuss her. By the time the dust had settled, she had kept her job, but she was now in a much reduced capacity; she was no longer the sole PE teacher, instead only being allowed to coach part-time. They'd justified it under her lessened physical capability, which she couldn't deny - there was no way she could demonstrate many of the stretches and exercises they would ordinarily require of a student with her implants in the way. She'd cried and raged about it privately to Steven, but she had known there would be consequences and this was one of them; ultimately, she'd accepted it, and even conceded it might be for the best, given one of the other results of all this.

She reached out to tap the speed down another notch, and her tits squished slightly at the motion. That was the result she was thinking of; almost anything she did couldn't help but remind her of her new tits. They were just too much of a change to ever ignore. Every glance around, every motion, her entire wardrobe, even much of her home, pointed out the reality of it - her huge fake tits were central to her identity now, and they never let her forget it! She might have started to get used to that fact, except for one thing: her tits were so. Fucking. Hot.

Monica would never have thought she could be so aroused by her own body, but her huge fake tits were the hottest thing she'd ever seen. They got her all kinds of flushed and heated every time she was reminded of them, and she was reminded of them constantly. She'd mostly stopped bumping into things now, getting used to her new proportions, but just walking around was so different a process than it used to be that she was almost always thinking about her tits, and that meant that she was almost always as horny as she'd ever been! Even now, getting irritated at how much more difficult they made her everyday life, she found herself heating up again from thinking about them. Her hands ran over them unconsciously, feeling their firm weight, her fingers sinking slightly into the copious expanse of them.

She shivered, and almost stumbled on the treadmill. She caught herself and tapped the stop button, breathing a little hard, and not from the exercise. As it slowed to a stop, she caught her breath and tried to let the heat fade from her body, but it was hard - thinking about how horny she was kept making her think about why she was horny, which made her think of her tits, and that made her horny again...it was a serious problem, and she'd only found one way to solve it. She stepped off the treadmill, and couldn't help but smile to herself as she peeled off her sports bra, freeing her gloriously huge tits once again.

Monica turned and stared into one of the full length mirrors she'd bought recently. There were several of them now, at least one in every room of the house, for just this purpose; so she could stare at her amazing tits. She got lost in them almost immediately, and her hands, trembling, started to reach up to them again. She bit her lip in anticipation, knowing how this would go. Her fingers met the taut skin of her tits and she moaned immediately; it wasn't so much that the sensation was intense, but knowing that these were her tits, feeling how huge and fake they were, instantly got her motor running hard. Her hands started roaming more intensely, eventually coming up to tweak her nipples, and she squeaked at the sharp tingle of it. After just moments, she found herself getting rougher, grabbing at her tits as best they could, but her hands could barely even get a real grip on the enormous tight orbs, and as always, that feeling set her off and she came hard right there, standing in the middle of her living room, moaning and squealing like a porn star.

And that, in the end, was why she'd been okay with the change to her work. She simply couldn't cope with the thought of a whole day where she couldn't properly admire her huge fake tits. She'd tried, of course, but her entire body practically vibrated with arousal by just the first few hours, and this had led to some embarrassingly close calls in the faculty bathroom as she felt herself up in front of the mirror. Remembering that started to get her revved up again, even as she felt ashamed about it. Her tits, and the urges they gave her, were so both so huge that she couldn't even get through a normal day, and that thought did get her going again, which led to another round of self-examination, just as intense as the last.

This time, as she climaxed, her legs finally gave out from underneath her, and she collapsed onto the nearby couch. She caught her breath for a moment, her hands lazily caressing the bottom of her tits in the afterglow. As she recovered, she shifted slowly on the couch, trying to settle properly into the couch. It wasn't easy, though, as she was reminded of yet another aspect of her life post-surgery; Steven's "compromise".