It would be fantastic if this was Foxy before attending AVN
A wheelchair was brought in; it was time to leave the hospital. Foxy slowly sat up, the weight of her boobs shifted from pressing against her chest to pulling downward. It was a bit uncomfortable, however that subsided once her enormous boobs were resting on her thighs.
Swinging her legs to the side of the bed, she thought, "Can I hold this weight when I finally stand up?" Her legs shook as more weight shifted from her sitting position to standing. Her breath quickened, her mind raced, had she gotten implants too massive?
She looked down at her boobs as their weight strained and pulled on her chest. Almost like she didn't do it on her own volition, but there she was, leaning back to balance the immense weight, her legs bending to adjust her center of mass. As she got into the wheelchair, she realized that she was about to be wheeled out with implants filled to their 45,000cc capacity each. Her internal bra seemed to take its share of the weight, relieving her already stretched tight skin, and combined with her now new backward leaning posture, made the weight surprisingly bearable. What a great suggestion her surgeon had, filling her implants with a polyurethane foam rather than saline, reducing the weight by nearly half.
It was a shock to try to get into her car and realizing that with boobs this size, not only could she not fit behind the steering wheel, but she wouldn't be able to reach it over her boobs if she could. A cab arrived and with the help of the driver, Foxy was assisted into the center of the back bench seat, the only place she could sit where her sideboobs allowed the door to be closed. Again, on the can ride home, she wondered, had she gone to far? What was life going to be like when her hands barely extended past her boobs? Obviously, she could not live alone like this, but what was she to do? Despite all her concerns, by the time she arrived home, she was happy, because having enormous boobs just felt right.