A real story about why women dream of a voluminous bust and what men think about it.
Neighbor Karina Elya could not stand the spirit, although she did nothing bad to her. Karina’s fault was that Elin’s husband Sergei looked at her with interest. It was difficult to call the neighbor a reference beauty, but she had one truly outstanding advantage – large breasts. Karina, apparently, considered her the main factor of her attractiveness and in every possible way emphasized the size of this factor: if a blouse, then certainly sticky, and a neckline – so almost to the nipples. Not only Sergei, but all the men literally turned their necks when Karina walked along the street, proudly carrying her undeniable dignity in front of her. But if the reaction of all the men was indifferent to Ele, then Sergei’s attention to the neighbor was terribly infuriating. And most importantly, it was impossible to adequately compete with Karina in this matter: Eli’s breasts were formed in adolescence and firmly stuck in adolescent size somewhere between confident zero and uncertain first number, losing in all respects to her neighbor’s fourth. Constant worries about her small breasts seriously poisoned Ele’s life, increasing her suffering every time she met Karina.
The idea of a breast augmentation operation had visited her periodically before, but when she read in one fashion magazine that men pay attention to the female bust first of all, the decision was finally formed. Well, in fact, do not wait for the husband’s interest in the neighbor to go from visual to contact? She, an infection, just creeps into Sergei’s eyes: either the stairwell will start to sweep in one peignoir, when the husband is leaving work, then she will hide behind the salt in such a T-shirt that I want to close my eyes!
When the decision was made, the ways to achieve the desired were lined up in my head quickly and logically. Elya found out in which clinic the best plastic surgeon, who got his hand on breast augmentation surgeries, works, and made an appointment with him. Aesculapius was unsmiling and laconic, but El was not at all worried about his sociability: the main thing was that his arms grew from the right place. From the point of view of the doctor, there were no visible contraindications for the operation, and he agreed to help in solving Elina’s problem. True, their opinions differed regarding the estimated size: the master of plastic surgery believed that the second number would be just right, in extreme cases – the third. Elya insisted on the fourth: if you decide to have an operation, it’s not in order to end up losing to busty Karinka! She refused to take into account the doctor’s arguments that a bust that is too large for her complexion is both unaesthetic and non-physiological. She needed breasts no less than that of a sexy neighbor – and that’s it! In the end, having exhausted all his arguments, the doctor gave up.
True, one moment about the upcoming reincarnation of Elya still strained: since the surgeon was venerable and in demand, the operation cost serious money. In the family budget, burdened with a mortgage, there were no such funds, but not to give up because of this from a dream? He who seeks will always find: she put in a pawnshop all the old jewelry that was carefully passed down in their family from generation to generation through the female line. In addition, she underwent a thorough revision of her wardrobe and successfully sold her favorite French sheepskin coat and the never-worn trench coat of a famous brand via the Internet. When the required amount was collected, the only thing left was to choose a time for the operation, when Sergei would leave for another long business trip. Luxurious big breasts should have been a surprise when he returned.
The operation was successful, although the postoperative period left Eli a lot of negative emotions. She did not even imagine that painful dressings and painful sensations at the slightest awkward movement awaited her. How wisely she came up with – to undergo surgery during the absence of her husband! For the first time in her life, she was glad that Sergei had left for as much as a month and a half. Communicating daily with him on the phone, she did not say a word that from now on she is the owner of the longed-for large bust.
However, she was not even ready to admit to herself that her neighbor’s fourth breast number looked somehow more organic, or something. Eli’s narrow ribcage was discordant with an immense bust, although she was quite pleased with the shape of her new-found breast: round, beautiful and sticking out like a girl’s, despite the more than adult volume. “Nothing, it’s just a matter of habit,” Elya reassured herself and focused on the upcoming surprise for her beloved Earring. Here he is stunned! And let now the busty Karinka not spin in front of him for or without reason – from now on she has nothing more to trump with!
On the day of her husband’s arrival, El was very worried. She cooked a gourmet dinner for her average culinary ability and donned a new turtleneck, specially purchased for the occasion, that favorably fit her new forms.
Sergei, squeezing his wife in his arms, pulled back with some surprise to get a better look at her. Still, she thought triumphantly, such a luxury was impossible not to notice and feel. However, what she heard was diametrically different from the expected scenario.
“What is this masquerade? – the husband asked in bewilderment. – It seems like today is not Halloween, so that you cling to this horror ”.
“Why didn’t you like the turtleneck? Elya asked, discouraged. – Cashmere, by the way. Or does the color not suit me? “
“I’m not talking about the jacket, but about what is under it,” Sergei clarified. – Why do you need this props a la Pamela Anderson? I understand that you can hit any role-playing games out of boredom, but this is definitely superfluous. Take it off now, otherwise my cognitive dissonance will develop. “
“I can’t take it off,” she said, confused. – This all is mine”.
“What do you mean yours?” He asked incredulously. Then he jerked up the thin fabric of the turtleneck. Under it was a lace bra of an unusually large size, defiantly lifting the immense bust of the faithful.
“My God, what is this? – With a groan he asked, helplessly sinking onto the ottoman in the hallway. – And why is it? Who needs it? “
“I thought it was for you,” Elya said, trying to hold back the tears that had come. “Do you think I can’t see you staring at your neighbor’s boobs?”
“How am I staring at them, you stupid fool? – He rushed in the hearts of the hallway. – Every time I see her, I understand how hard it is to carry such a mass on yourself! This is not a breast, but a cow’s udder! And you suddenly decided that you might like it, and sewed yourself the same disgrace! Do you have any idea that you looked like a girl and now became an age aunt? I hope these buffers can be removed somehow? Or will you be Burenka from Maslenkino all your life now? Yes, even your spine will not stand such mockery! “
Elya, choking on sobs, ran into the bedroom and fell facedown on the bed. Immediately I had to turn over – it became impossible to lie on my stomach after the operation. Wow, I have prepared a surprise for my husband! And what should be done now? The doctor, of course, said that breast implants can be removed, but this is another operation! For which, in addition to health, money is also needed, but where can I get it?
The door creaked softly – Sergei entered the room. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he gently stroked her quivering shoulder: “Forgive me for the harshness, baby! I understand that you did it for me. But tell me, my girl, why do you think in conventional stereotypes? Believe me, not all men like big breasts, and it is by no means always beautiful. Don’t worry, we will solve this problem. I will find money and you will get rid of these excesses. Just don’t do anything like that, please. I fell in love with you just the way you are, and there is no need to disfigure yourself in the name of maintaining my interest. I love you not for your chest, eyes or butt, but because you are you. Calm down, my Pamela, dry your tears – and let’s go to supper. “
Elya, lying down a bit and sniffing, got out of bed, took off her turtleneck, put on her husband’s spacious sweatshirt, which hides all the features of her physique as much as possible, and went to the kitchen. The doorbell rang. “Probably Karinka again, having heard that her husband has returned from a business trip, is rushing for salt,” Elya thought, for the first time in a long time without feeling the slightest dislike for the busty neighbor.