The Air Stewardess' Adventures

"Your waist curves very nicely, and your legs are long. Your skin is also smooth and flawless. Aside from a minor flaw, your figure is perfect, Ms. Grant. I wouldn't have expected any less of an air stewardess," the doctor said.

I lay on the massage table, my face red. My pants were off, and my shirt was wide open. My legs trembled as they rested on the shoulders of the handsome doctor before me. His warm, coarse hands roamed my body. The sensation made me feel like I'd been set on fire.

"W-What should I do about my minor flaw, Dr. Gould?" My voice shook a little as I tried to keep my breathing even.

He smiled confidently. "Rest assured that all the women who come to me will become flawless!"

He pulled out a jar from his pocket and dug out a handful of a sticky paste-like solid. Then, he applied it on the front of my torso.

My name was Sabrina Grant. I was an air stewardess. Since childhood, my good looks and slender limbs had always been my proudest features.

Still, everyone was a perfectionist. Whenever I thought about my figure, I would look down at my flat chest, feeling insecure. I stood at five feet and nine inches and weighed 127 pounds, but I was only an A-cup in bra size.

I wasn't the only one who scorned my boobs. All the boyfriends I'd had in the past found me lacking in that aspect, too. That was why I constantly wore foam pads, never going without them, even if I got rashes in the middle of summer.

All of this was just so I could hear people say, "Sabrina's so skinny, yet she's so well-endowed. Whoever gets to date her is a lucky man."

Recently, however, the airline company I worked for had changed its uniform. I couldn't wear the foam pads anymore. So, I thought about getting a top sugery and implants—I would become an artificial beauty.

At the same time, I was a coward. There were news articles everywhere about implants turning into tumors after shifting out of place or even exploding inside people's bodies. They refused to leave my mind.

To make matters worse, I was always flying. No one knew whether anything would happen to the implants while I was in the sky. If anything were to go wrong, losing my life wouldn't be the worst of it. People would make fun of me for as long as they remembered me—I wouldn't even be able to rest in peace.

I hurriedly shook my head to rid myself of thoughts of getting a top sugery.

I sighed, feeling dejected. Was my image of being a sexy beauty going to be ruined?

I was cleaning the cabin when I suddenly heard Stephanie Johnson and Rachel Cane messing around.

"Whoa! When did you get so big, Stephy? Did you get a top sugery? Tell me the truth!" Rachel exclaimed.

"Stop it, Rae! I'll come clean! I didn't get anything done, okay? This is all natural. It's a…" Stephanie said.

I didn't hear the rest of her sentence, but I saw her come out of the rest area. Her face was still the same plain one, but her full chest stunned me. I used my hands to vaguely measure them and realized they were at least a D-cup.

I had to say they did wonders for her looks. She'd originally been like a bland salad but was now like a thick, creamy soup.

"Uh… Could you wait for me tonight, Stephy? I have something to ask you…" I struggled with this. On one hand, I didn't want others to know my secret. On the other hand, I was genuinely curious to know how Stephanie had made it happen.

"Oh, okay," she said.

I looked down at her perky chest; they seemed huge on her frame of five feet and six inches. I clenched my fists tightly and made up my mind.