To tell you the truth, havok, I'm not a big fan of doctors and surgery, in general. Cris occasionally tells me how great I'd look if I went up to even an F or G cup. I wouldn't rule it out, someday, but the money's not there, and if it were, I'd probably be more likely to get my arms done. You see, havoc, I used to be a MUCH larger lady, and when you lose a good deal of weight, your skin tends to hang around from when you were heavier. So, if I had a few bucks, that's probably where I'd put it. 
I love the fantasy of big boobs. I love how it drives guys crazy when I put on a super padded or stuffed bra (especially my guy!). It's awesome to see a guy's reaction to a big honkin' chest! But at the end of the day, I kinda like the idea of being able to put the big tits away and be just little ol' D-cup me, when I want to. A few years back a tractor-trailer nearly killed me and I still have some compression on my neck discs, among other injuries. Having a really heavy chest probably wouldn't be a good idea for that reason alone. So, going really large? No, I don't think so (Sorry! A real fantasy-killer, I know! 
). A couple of cup sizes some day? Maybe. 
Okay, Eliza's sleepin' after watchin' Dancing With The Stars (and a couple of eps of House Hunters on HGTV)
Anyway, I thought I'd mention something I'd noticed recently. But first, I have to defer to Eliza's response to going bigger in the reply to havok, above. This has pretty much been her response to going larger in the past year or so. She's been pretty down on the idea of getting surgery to get larger breasts. I haven't pushed it, mind you, it's her body and her decision no matter what it is she wants to do. However, Eliza's lost about 15 to 20 lbs in the last year, as well, and I've noticed lately--just the past week or so, actually--that she hasn't been very happy with her boobs. "They look kinda deflated," she's been saying. Then, the other day, she asked me what cupsize I thought she was these days, and I replied possibly a bit less than a D. Maybe a C+, if you can call it that.
Tonight, she put her head down in my lap while we were watching TV, and said something to me about possibly having something done to her boobs so that they wouldn't look so deflated.
"Really?" I asked, surprised.
She turned to look up at me and said: "Pump 'em up."
It got me really hard, really fast, and she knew it would, the imp. I asked her if she were serious.
"Someone's gotta do something to keep you interested," she said, although she already knows I'm crazy about her.
Mind you, we still don't have any money for that sort of thing, but just the fact that she's thinking of going in that direction got me really horny. I'm sure she'll laugh when she reads this, but then again, maybe not. It's actually the exact thing she'd like to hear, I'm sure.
In the meantime, my mind is racing... How big would she want to go? When she was much heavier, she was easily up to an F-cup, so I'm thinking she could go to that or a G without much problem. Could she go a tad more, my mind wondered? Eliza as a real H-cup? Damn. As she fell asleep with her head in my lap, my cock was rock hard beneath her.
One can dream...
Now, I gotta figure out a way to raise some capital!