“So what is this revolutionary new procedure you mentioned?” Twenty-three-year-old Diana sat in a plastic surgeon’s office. The busty woman wanted to set up an appointment for a breast reduction. Having carried around boobs bigger than her head for a few years, she was tired of the leers and the back pain. The only downside was the cost- insurance didn’t cover what they considered a non-vital surgery. Luckily, Diana had heard tell of a doctor who could perform it rather cheaply, so long as you were willing to travel to them. The middle-aged woman smiled at her.

“It’s a way of reducing your own breast size, so exactly what you wanted,” Dr. Roberts informed her. “However, we need to match you up with a patient looking to get an augmentation. You see, the machine I use isn’t an automated reduction robot or anything; it transfers mammary cells from one person to another.”

Diana was amazed. “How is that possible?”

“A lot of patented technology I’m not allowed to discuss.” The doctor laughed a bit. “Just know that it’s completely safe for you and the other woman involved. I wouldn’t want to endanger my fellow woman.”

“And it’s less expensive than a regular reduction?”

“Very much so! Whereas typical reduction surgeries can leave you with a bill in the thousands, this will only be a few hundred.”

Diana couldn’t sign up fast enough.

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Dr. Roberts led Diana to the ‘operation’ room- it was still called that, even though this procedure was hardly invasive. “You can’t tell me anything at all about how this works?” she asked.

The doctor sighed, thinking. “Have you ever watched Star Trek? You know the transporter pads? It’s kind of like that.”

Diana’s face scrunched up in confusion. She had never seen Star Trek, but decided to drop the issue. As long as the tits are gone after this, I don’t care.

Inside the room, Diana saw two futuristic-looking hospital beds hooked up to a huge machine between them. There were wires and tubes all over. “Wait here while I get your partner patient,” the doctor said.

The pale woman sat on one of the beds. She figured she might as well get somewhat ready. Diana observed the machine, although it looked so complex she couldn’t really figure anything out. A few minutes later, Dr. Roberts walked back into the room with another woman. She was darker skinned than Diana- noticeably so.

“Paige, this is Diana. Diana, Paige. You two will be helping each other out today,” the doctor introduced them. “I see you’re eager to begin, Diana, but you’re on the wrong side here.”
She quickly hopped up to her feet. “I definitely don’t want that,” she laughed.

“There’s nothing you need to change into, ladies, you just have to remove your shirts and bras so I can get everything hooked up. Paige, you’ll be here,” she motioned to the bed Diana had been sitting on. “And Diana, you’ll be on the bed on the other side of the machine.” Diana excitedly began to strip, pulling her shirt over her head. Paige’s eyes widened as Diana unhooked her bra.

“Damn,” she whispered.

“I’m glad you want these,” Diana said, “because I’m certainly tired of them.”

Paige laughed. “And I’m tired of being flat. I’m glad we can help each other.”

The two women laid on the appropriate beds and Roberts began setting everything up. “Hold still, dear. This might sting a little,” she warned as she attached one end of a fancy-looking tube to one of Diana’s nipples.

“Ooh!” Diana exclaimed. “It’s cold,” she complained.

“It’ll warm up soon. Can’t get started until it warms up,” the doctor said as she attached the other tube. She moved to Paige’s bed and attached the tubes there.
Diana’s hard nipples relaxed as the machine warmed up over a few minutes. “Ready?” Dr. Roberts’ voice asked from somewhere behind her head.

“Yeah,” Diana responded.

“Yup!” Paige agreed.

They heard a switch flip. Then Diana felt a tingling in her breasts, like a subtle pumping feeling. She looked down and saw her huge breasts slowly decreasing in size. Craning her neck, Diana looked over at Paige, whose eyes were transfixed on her own breasts as they grew.

“This is amazing,” Diana said. Already, her bust had shrunk down at least a cup size. Goodbye, boobs, she thought. I hope you have fun with Paige.

“Oh, this is great,” replied Paige. “My boobs are gonna be huuuuge.” Paige’s breasts readily accepted the flesh from Diana, swelling with every moment that passed by. The darker skinned woman had visible definition to her chest now; her plump boobs rested heavily on her torso.

Paige continued to stare, giddy, as her breasts grew. She was mesmerized watching her chest fill with more flesh, pushing the tubes connected to her nipples higher into the air. Her breasts inched out and out. Every second saw more weight added to Paige’s chest. They were passing by softball size now, a healthy size to most women, but Paige wanted more. She wanted everything that Diana would give her.

Diana sighed happily as a weight was literally removed from her shoulders. She closed her eyes and relaxed, enjoying the feeling of her breasts’ mass being sent to Paige. She imagined her boobs shrinking down past head sized, past melon sized, down to a nice manageable B cup.

As her breasts grew, Paige felt them cover more and more of her torso; it was like being covered in a heating pad. Her boobs were so warm was they grew. Unlike Diana, she couldn’t stop looking at herself as she became bustier. Paige loved seeing her breasts plumping up, watching as they swelled through sizes. Looking over at Diana, she figured they were most of the way through, as Diana’s formerly figure-defining boobs were down to grapefruits. Paige checked her own.

“So big,” Paige whispered. She closed her eyes and basked in the feeling of her breasts edging larger, and they continuously plumped up larger, gaining Diana’s size from her. The head-sized tits covered Paige’s rib cage in flesh. “Almost there,” she mumbled.

Paige and Diana both felt the pumping feeling come to a gentle stop as the process ended. Dr. Roberts removed the tubes from each of them and let them stand up.

“I feel so light,” Diana remarked. “This is great!”

“Boobs are heavy,” Paige said. “But I agree completely, Diana- this is great.” Paige palmed her huge tits, hefting the nearly volleyball-sized masses in her hands, and let them drop. She watched as they slowly wobbled to a stop. She smiled.

“Thanks for trading with me, Diana.” Paige attempted to put her shirt back on. “Oh, this is a little small now.” The shirt stretched over her vastly enlarged breasts, her supersized nipples poking noticeably into the fabric.

“We’re about the same height,” Diana observed. “Want to trade shirts too?”

“Sure thing!” Paige hugged her boob benefactor. “Thanks for everything,” she said before releasing the embrace.