Several weeks after returning from Las Vegas, Bree finally had her first consultation with one of the respected plastic surgeons near her home. The office and its staff were much classier than she'd experienced in Las Vegas. Many of the questions, measurements, and medical paperwork and doctor's statements were very similar.
Bree was struck by his candor when the subject of implant size came up. He felt 400cc was the largest size she'd be happy with. When she mentioned having seen a doctor in Las Vegas who had suggested 450cc or slightly above, he smiled, and said, "Las Vegas isn't real life. As a man I can tell you there's no other city with as many surgically enhanced women to ogle.
"As a doctor I can say most of those women went too big. Their chests don't look natural. They don't move; they don't have a natural shape. I doubt they feel very soft and natural. I'd guess the average enhancement in Las Vegas went about 100cc beyond what I would have recommended."
He paused and then added that he had actually attended a cosmetic surgery conference in Las Vegas and led a panel discussion about oversized implants. They had used a survey of recent Las Vegas surgeries in the discussion which concluded there was 100cc over-sizing compared to surgeries in two other cities.
Bree was visibly disappointed. She started to argue but was cut off by the doctor. He told her that he only wanted what would be best for her. His opinion was based on his professional knowledge and experience. He felt strongly enough that he would not perform the surgery on her with anything larger than 400-cc implants.
He said she could find another surgeon who'd do whatever she asked for but he'd urge her not to do that. He repeated that she had said a natural look and feel was important to her fiancΓ© and herself. If so, 400cc was the largest she should consider. Bree held it together but was torn between anger and tears. The consultation ended with a strained exchange of goodbyes.
She sat in her car and cried. She'd arrived at the doctor's office expecting him to confirm her prior conclusion that she could go to 500cc implants giving her a Double D body. Having D-cup breasts wasn't bad but it wasn't what Bree and Brian had decided on. She knew she'd be disappointing Brian. He wouldn't say anything but his preference for her to approach bimbo-size had been evident.
After a good cry for a minute or two, Bree's accountant persona took charge. The doctor had been selected for his expertise. He had no personal stake in Bree's breast size and was giving her his opinion of what was best for her. His conclusion flowed from her body structure. It wasn't anyone's fault. Only a fool would dismiss his opinion.
Bree sat up straighter and pushed out her natural chest while she visualized each breast being 400-cc bigger. Very nice, she concluded. In fact, the perfect size to be a busty accountant. She didn't really want to be a stripper. If she could wear a D-cup bra, tight dress and heels Brian would be drooling and she'd be the hottest accountant not just in her office but even at their regional meetings.
She pulled out her phone to call the doctor's surgical scheduling assistant but then remembered that the Sexual Pre-nup gave Brian control of her implant selection. That was okay. She smiled as she thought about her new task; she would seduce Brian into deciding that 400-cc implants were perfect.
Bree went home and made a quick assessment of which gel forms, lingerie and clothing would give her the sexist D-cup ensemble for the evening. She decided they would go out to dinner and discuss her surgical consult. She wasn't ready to see people she knew while wearing the gel pads but thought of a small restaurant in the next town where she'd feel sufficiently anonymous to wear her gel filed bra. It had booths that should give them privacy for a personal discussion. She called to reserve a booth and asked for one with the most intimacy.
She selected a satiny blouse that could accommodate her larger chest but barely. She pared it with a tight suede skirt that wasn't obscenely short but seemed sexy when worn with her three-inch heels.
With her outfit selected she still had some time to kill before Brian would be home. She opened her laptop to do some shopping. She selected several pieces of nice clothing sized to fit her with D-cup tits. She might not yet be ready to go to the office as a D-cup bimbette but she would start going out around town to get used to her new look.
She made several clothing selections but didn't buy anything because the couple's Pre-nup Agreement gave Brian a veto power over new clothing. She bookmarked the selected items to show Brian during dinner. He'd like her choices.
She'd chosen all separate tops and bottoms. She'd explain to Brian that going forward when she bought a dress it would need alteration. The dress would need to be a large enough size for her D-cup breasts but would then be too large below. She'd need a seamstress to remake the lower two-thirds of the garment. Brian had once mentioned his vision of her body as a top-heavy hourglass. He'd enjoy that her new wardrobe would reflect that vision.
Feeling sexy, she visited the website of the shoe brand she routinely wore. In seconds she ordered three pairs of high heels. One had a three-inch heel which was what she was getting comfortable wearing. They'd become her standard office footwear- replacing the flats and one-inch heels she'd worn for years. Now she also bought two pairs with four- inch heels. She knew Brian would love to see her legs stretched an inch more. They'd probably be painful for a while but buying and wearing them would add to her 400cc look.
Finally, she visited a corset maker's website that Brian had found. She went through the catalog of ready to wear corsets and bookmarked one she thought Brian would like. It was in black satin and Bree noted they had 34D and 36D in stock. One of those should be right. The corset had no opening busk in the front- just laces up the back. She'd tell Brian once he laced her into it, she'd be corseted until he deigned to unlace her. He'd love that imagery. Actually, it turned her on, too.
Their Agreement called for custom fitted corsets but it didn't exclude an off the shelf addition. She'd show the selection to Brian and suggest they buy it now for the long period before any custom fitted garments would be ready. To sweeten her teasing offer she went onto the site's custom order page and scheduled a measurement fitting session for the upcoming weekend. It would be embarrassing to remove her big gel pads from her bra and insert them into the corset used for fitting but she could handle it.