The couple accomplished a lot during the first few weeks after signing their sexual pre-nup.
Without having to discuss it the plan had established a new dynamic. Bree was to loosen up and embrace being a beautiful woman. In keeping with that mental change she was probably going to get her breasts enhanced- at a minimum the subject would be studied. In the bedroom and in all sexual matters Brian was to be in charge.
Through on-line and in person research they decided on laser hair removal and started a multiple treatment regime. Each of them was doing this for the other.
Research about breast enhancement was a top priority. In addition to learning about the medical side they agreed that Bree had to establish some comfort with the idea of having larger breasts. An important part of that was to research how big she wanted to be. Brian was suggesting that her small B- cup breasts be enlarged to D, DD or even E cups. Bree wasn't at all sure. As Brian had outlined to her, wearing bras with increased padding was the logical first step.
They searched for the best sources for silicon breast forms- finding that the cross-dressing and transgender world was much larger than they'd known. It was relatively easy to acquire bra inserts in a range of sizes that produced the appearance of surprisingly life-like large breasts under clothing.
Bree found it odd but Brian insisted that the bras they'd be using for experimentation should be of good quality and stylish. They found several sexy bras where they bought the inserts noting that the bras had sewn-in pockets to hold the gel forms in the right position. Migration of the breast forms was an issue they hadn't thought of so they were very pleased that they'd bought the right bras.
Brian insisted on buying the sexiest bras even though they cost more. He explained that when dressed he wanted her to feel sexy and to gradually feel that her new gel breasts were real. That was the best approach to settling on the permanent size that felt right. Bree found it hard to believe the gel masses would ever feel natural but she didn't argue the point.
Finally, they searched for some inexpensive clothing to fit. It was agreed that for several weeks her experimental bras and larger clothing would be worn only at home and if they left town for a day or weekend. As a result, they bought clothing that could accommodate varying chest measurements but office fashion and quality wasn't needed.
On her own Bree decided to buy some C cup bras to try a modest increase in bust size that she'd feel comfortable with in daily life. With some small gel pads, she'd work to free up her wallflower mentality and adjust her office look a bit.
Most pieces of her old wardrobe could still be worn with her filling the C-cup bra but were a bit tighter and gave her a more feminine profile. At the same time, she got her hair trimmed and began experimenting with wearing it down at the office one or two days a week. She was a bit shocked by the number of compliments she received from the women in the office. The men said nice things, too, but Bree was more struck by the unspoken sexual interest they radiated. It was as if they hadn't thought of her as a woman before and now discovered she was worthy of lustful thoughts.
When the couple had gotten all of the experimental upper body components together Brian suggested that the breast size experiments should begin on the following weekend. They had no plans outside of the apartment so Brian proposed the experiment would run from first thing Saturday until bedtime on Sunday. Bree was surprised when he suggested they start with the Double D size inserts. She reminded him that the Agreement had implied they'd start with the smaller D size and move up later.
Brian said, "If the DD is a disaster we can downsize but I've read that timid women who have had breast surgery frequently say they wish they'd gone bigger. I could see that happening with you so I'm going to push you a bit. You're tall. I think your body will look great with the larger size."
On Friday evening Brian laid out an entire ensemble for Saturday including a satiny 34DD bra half filled with gel pads which would leave room for Bree's modest bust. It was heavy and maintained its busty shape as it lay on the chair. The outfit he selected was a form fitting sweater one size larger than she normally wore. She was to wear it over a skirt Bree had always liked. He included some three-inch heels that Bree had previously only worn on special occasions. When questioned about the heels he told Bree she should strive to feel sexy during the experimental period. Having the right mindset would have a direct impact on the trial results.
Bree woke on Saturday in a conflicted state of mind. She was excited to preview how her body might look but also felt a bit silly. It was like she was getting ready to go to a costume party. After her normal bathroom routine she donned her new gel filled bra and matching panties. At Brian's urging she slipped on the heels next. He then asked her to stand where he could take a look at her from about 8 feet away.
She had to admit the nice lingerie made her feel sexy. When she stood up straight and took a first assessment of her new look she exclaimed, "I can't see my feet!"
Brian smiled and hoped her comment reflected a bit of humor and not rejection of all that he'd planned. He assured her that millions of women had large busts. She would get used to the difference soon. His eyes scanned her body from head to toe and he told her how beautiful she looked.
"Don't I look a little cartoonish?", she asked. He assured her she didn't. He brought her to a place where she could look in a full-length mirror about ten feet distant and encouraged her to be objective. Of course, she looked different, he said, but she was beautiful. He reminded her that her height gave her body the ability to carry her large breasts very well. She was fortunate to have such height and she looked great.
With some trepidation Bree took in her image in the mirror- turning her body slightly from side to side to get partial profiles. She had to admit the woman in the mirror looked very glamorous and sexy. She wasn't comfortable with what she considered her huge breasts but she wasn't ready to reject them yet either.
To Brian, she said, "I'm sure you're sold on this bust size. I'm not but I'll keep an open mind. I don't know how I can walk in heels when I can't see my feet. I also think my tits are going to bump into things. My chest feels huge."
Brian told her it would just take a little time to adjust. He said, "Put the sweater and skirt on. We'll have some coffee and danish and try to just have a normal day. I know you have some work files that you were planning to review. Do that this morning and don't obsess about your chest."
She got dressed and surveyed herself in the mirror again. The sweater seemed stretched to accommodate her bust and then followed her taut abdomen. She looked like a different person. She wasn't a staid accountant. She might be an actress, a stripper or perhaps an older guy's trophy wife.
She wondered if her new chest could be tempered by wearing a loose top but quickly rejected the idea. If the top had no shape and hung from her projecting breasts she'd look to be nine months pregnant. Perhaps something not as tight as the sweater but with some shape- she'd have to search on line. She smiled - envisioning typing in a search for 'stripper's everyday clothes' or 'clothes for hiding your big tits'.
Bree retreated from the mirror and joined Brian in the kitchen. He had poured her coffee and placed a danish out for her. Sitting at the table Bree told Brian that she could only see half of the plate on the table in front of her. The half closer to her was hidden under her projecting chest. Brian laughed and told her that she'd get used to it. He tried to calm her by pointing out that while her transformation seemed dramatic there were millions of women wearing the same bra size. Perhaps some of those weren't as trim but the bra size was not extreme. She mocked his statement by noting that he wasn't the one with the manufactured Double D chest.
After breakfast she went to her home office. When she sat with her laptop on the desk she found a portion of the keyboard was hidden unless the laptop was pushed a few inches further away than usual. While she never used her computer on her lap she chuckled to herself that she no longer had a useful lap. It would constantly be in the shadow of her chest.
Brian checked on her periodically and was pleased that she seemed to have settled into her work with her body being forgotten. From his viewpoint, however, her chest was enthralling. Even knowing it was mostly silicone gel, Bree's large chest prompted him to start thinking about sex with her. His cock firmed and he wondered how she'd react to being interrupted by a suggestion of sex.
He made a strategic decision to wait. He wanted her to keep the bra on all day. If he pushed for sex it would invite her to remove the bra and he'd then have to coax her back into it.
As lunchtime approached, he offered to make sandwiches and suggested they take a car ride after lunch. Bree agreed without thinking and then hesitated. "I thought we were staying in. I'm a little self-conscious."
Brian said he understood and wasn't suggesting any local social contact. "Just a ride in the country. I thought we might stop at a farm stand just to get you out with a few strangers for a few minutes. We'll pick up some fresh vegetables. If you're okay there, there's a tavern ten more miles from town where we could get some wine. No one you know would be there." Bree was reluctant but knew she needed to venture out sooner or later.
The farm stand was easy. They were the only customers and the attendant seemed to be about 80 with poor eyesight. He had to strain to read the produce scale and seemed totally oblivious to the size of Bree's chest.
