Recap: Candace Smith, 30s, was a sexy attractive TV news journalist with a slim athletic body. She had been assigned to interview Steve Fish, the wealthy bachelor CEO of Vee- Imaging. The company was a high tech government contractor which was obsessively secretive about its work. Later she started dating Steve. On each visit to the company she had to go through double security scanners- both on entry and exit. They were like the booth style ones at the airport but seemingly much more sophisticated.
Over several months Candace's breasts grew from A cups to D cups and her ass became fleshier. She couldn't determine the cause but was enjoying her new body and the extra air time she suspected it was bringing her. She was concerned, however, that her tits were still growing and would soon be too big for her television news career.
During her last date with Steve She became suspicious that Steve might have secretly transformed her. She confronted him at the end of the date telling him of her fear that her tits would soon be too big for a serious TV news woman and of her suspicions about his company's scanners but he wouldn't admit anything.
Steve called several times over the next three weeks but Candace didn't take his calls. She couldn't be sure whether or not he was guilty of violating her body with some secret scanning machine and couldn't be with him or even talk civilly while the doubts persisted. If such technology existed she hoped that he'd turned off his body modification on her last date when she'd gone through his scanners. She'd be thankful if her breast growth stopped but all the more sure that he was responsible. Only time would tell. The Vee-Imaging scanners were the only logical explanation for her body's changes. She didn't want Steve to be responsible but he seemed to be the likely culprit.
She studied her breasts every day after her date with Steve for any indication that they'd stopped growing. The daily changes, if any, were too small to notice so in addition to fruitless every day visual and tactile exams she tried to evaluate her tits on a week to week basis. She made a conscious decision not to measure herself with a tape since getting accurate measurements was difficult. Pulling the tape a little tighter or lining it up differently could result in misleading data. It was the mass of her breasts that she felt was the best measure and that was difficult to gauge except by bra size. In most bra brands she'd been a 34D at the time of her last date with the cups comfortably full. That was her standard. She selected a good fitting bra and set it aside as her measuring tool. Every Friday morning she'd put on the same bra, stand in front of her bedroom mirror and do her best to compare how the cups fit when compared to her memory of the prior week's fit.
At the one week mark she thought her tits might be still growing as her bra seemed slightly tighter but if there was a difference it was very slight. After two weeks it seemed that perhaps her growth had stopped as the bra seemed to fit as it had. On the third Friday Candace was looking forward to her bra test as she had the general feeling that the growth had stopped and felt the bra test would confirm it.
In fact, the test produced confusion and apprehension. The bra felt looser than it had the prior week. At first Candace thought she'd picked up the wrong bra but that was wishful thinking- a quick check verified she had the right bra. The size change wasn't dramatic but her test bra definitely fit her more loosely than it had a week earlier. Her mind raced through various scenarios- the worst being that her chest was going to shrink back to non-existence.
Candace was beside herself. She tried to calm down and finally steeled herself to wait a week for another bra test. If she shrank again she could panic but for the moment she'd just wait and see.
During the week she couldn't think of much beyond her tits. She spent much longer than usual in the shower feeling them and relishing how soft the slippery mass of each globe felt. In addition to their awesome size she felt the shape, chest placement and hang of her breasts were all great. She truly loved having big tits and couldn't bear the thought that they might be shrinking back to nothing.
Tuesday morning was somewhat typical of how Candace started her days. She seemed a bit hornier than usual and had extra time that morning. She took an extra- long shower. After washing her hair she dribbled shower gel over her upper chest and spread it down over her soft breasts.
As her hands passed over her nipples they were already hard and she marveled at how much bigger and more sensitive they'd become. Her palms made several circular passes to better enjoy her erect nubs. Moving her hands a little lower she looked down and stared at her hungry nipples. Depending on her bra and outfit she'd recently had to wear covers over them when on the air to avoid 'show'. That had been a new thing for her and she'd loved having the 'cold air problem' as one of the other woman reporters had called it. Candace knew that the temperature wasn't the cause of her new look; she simply had bigger tits and nipples than ever.
As she looked down a drop of shower gel clung to one nipple and shimmered in the light. It seemed to slowly expand as more liquid slid down the glistening slope of her breast and collected at her nub. Candace was fascinated.
Her mind wandered to a sex practice she'd never experienced- tit fucking. Her tits were now more than big enough to wrap around a hard cock. As she stared at the droplet of gel on her nipple she imagined it as semen and resolved to try tit fucking soon. After a few seconds the glob of gel dripped off and her concentration was broken. She then cradled her breasts and weighed them. She contently looked down as her hands raised the mass of her breasts as a demi-cup bra might do. That was actually a style of bra she couldn't wear on TV since the mounds of her breasts seemed too prominent. She'd bought one and worn it off camera. From the men's lustful glances she knew it wasn't family-friendly enough for the evening news.
She smiled at having such a dilemma. With A cup tits nobody cared what she wore. Her tits were so different than she'd had before. They felt so sensuous and womanly- it was truly exciting to be proud of your chest.
For a moment Candace visualized herself as a porn star posing for a publicity still- very different from the head shots she'd done for her TV news jobs. She cocked her hip and adjusted her hands to be sure her nipples were exposed. Her hands gently lifted her tits as if they were a push up bra as she gave a sexy smile to the imaginary camera. She the adjusted her hips and arched her back to push out her tits proudly as she visualized the camera clicking away. She smiled at the thought that if she lost her journalism career she could use her big tits and slim body to get another job. She wouldn't do porn but lots of other positions were there for bodacious babes. She might have to start calling herself 'Candy' but she could live with that.
One hand moved back to play with a nipple while the other moved lower to cup her Venus Mound and tease her clit. That hand roamed over her hips and ass a little to appreciate her new womanly curves there. She couldn't really describe how her lower body had changed. She'd gained weight which she assumed meant that she had some extra fat on her ass but it was so widely distributed as to be invisible. She was confident that her ass was close to perfect; it certainly wasn't fat. She could feel the curvy ass of a sexy female in place of her previously athletic rear; it was another alteration she attributed to Steve's secret machine. She probably couldn't be a track star any more but her ass was definitely shapelier and more appealing to most men.
