Steve's story begins...
Steve Farber was something of a school feature. A member of several teams and clubs, and a star of the football team in particular, his face appeared on many pages of the yearbook and it would be safe to say that everyone knew who he was. It might also be said that he was popular, though only among jocks and girls. Nerdy guys and other outcasts learned to stay clear of him and his jock friends.
He'd even been given the nickname, "The Stud". Not just because of the size of his dick (he was rather blessed downstairs, a fact confirmed in the communal showers of the locker room) but also because of the quite staggering number of girls he'd dated. As he contemplated it, dated might be the wrong term. Rarely did he stick with a girl after they got naked together, and it was his policy to get as far as she would let him right from the first date.
Deep down and despite all this good fortune, Steve wasn't happy. Ever since he was a kid, something inside him wanted something more "“ something that by the laws of nature, he could never dream of achieving. Still, he dreamed.
Steve had acute breast envy.
It was a feeling only women normally feel. Not that he was gay, or anything like that. He certainly knew where his sexual preferences lay. He didn't want to be a woman either, or wear dresses, or lose his penis... all he wanted was a beautiful pair of breasts.
The Stud loved women and he loved their boobs. The bigger the better! However he knew, sooner or later he would end up fixating entirely on their bosom. After he'd been with a girl and seen her bare breasts (or sometimes just some under-the-shirt over-the-bra action), he could barely stand to look her in the eyes - or the chest "“ any more.
His jealousy had overwhelmed him by that point. He'd outright hate her for owning those lovely tits, while he was stuck with his ugly flat man's chest. Sex would put him in a deep, longing funk, signalling the end of yet another potential relationship. Move on to the next girl.
Steve had a plan, though. One that he'd been cultivating for a very long time, since the moment he first wore his mom's bra and stuffed it with tissues.
After high school he would get into a college somewhere at the other end of the country, if not abroad. When he was a long way from his family, friends and anyone else who might know him, he could safely take the money he'd been saving up for years "“ ostensibly as a fund to buy an awesome car "“ and get breast implants instead.
It wasn't an ideal solution, sure - implants just don't look or move or feel like natural boobs, as he'd learned first hand during a sexual encounter with cheerleader Amber Levine "“ but it was still the best answer that science could provide.
Today though, Steve had heard something very interesting. Something so stupendously amazing the rational part of his brain doubted it was possible at all.
However if it was true, it would throw his original plan out the window. He could get everything he wanted - sooner, cheaper and better (better than implants, that's for sure).
Waiting until college was safer. Breasts now would mean Steve would have to weather the negative reactions of his family, friends and everyone else at school. His reputation and maybe even his college prospects might go down the drain. Although for a result that was better than implants, Steve was willing to take that risk.
Steve halted. He'd found what he was looking for. Here I am, he thought.
With only a moment to gather up his courage, the Stud cautiously approached the...
