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. Over time she became suspicious that Steve secretly transformed her. He would never admit anything but they made a confidential deal in which it was understood she'd have DD breasts and not ask questions or complain and they'd have an intimate relationship. On a weekend trip to Florida Candace was shocked to find she was to have G cup tits for most of the weekend.
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When the couple had recovered from their Saturday morning sexual tryst Steve announced they'd be spending a few hours on the company's yacht with some friends. He suggested she wear the bathing suit that had been purchased for her under some of the casual clothes. Candace whined that she wasn't going to expose her obscenely top heavy body to others in a skimpy bathing suit. Steve assured her the people coming on the boat were nice couples and that her body should be shown; there was nothing to hide or be ashamed of. He even suggested she might want to take off her top while on the boat when they were offshore to which she just laughed and shook her head. After a spirited discussion she agreed to dress as he'd suggested but said she'd probably stay covered up.
Candace found the bikini fit her perfectly but her chest was so large there was more flesh exposed than covered. Viewing her bulging breasts in the mirror brought home to her how huge she was. The suit's top wasn't skimpy; there was just too much breast. While she could never accept this body permanently she did have to admit how blatantly sexy she looked. She was just tall enough to carry such huge tits without looking cartoonish. She thought she might be perfect for the role of 'warrior princess'; she wasn't muscular or tall enough to be called Amazonian. Did a warrior princess have huge tits? Candace didn't know; maybe she was just a babe with massive tits.
Turning from side to side she studied her torso and thought she ought to get some pictures taken before going back to a more reasonable breast size. In her later years she might enjoy looking back at the outrageously sexy babe she'd been for a weekend. Clearing her mind of such thoughts she focused on the day ahead. How could she cover up? The clothes she'd brought for the weekend were all too small to accommodate her chest and ass. Steve had arranged for several outfits to be purchased for her- those were her only options. The things she'd worn so far had seemed like they were custom fitted- presumably another consequence of being scanned by his high tech machines. She checked her closet for what other pieces of clothing he'd bought.
She found a casual top and tried it on. It clung to her body like a second skin but was the only top that seemed appropriate for the shorts that had been provided. The top was made of a stretchy knit fabric. It must have been custom made for a big breasted woman as the chest was no tighter than the waist; it was snug but not too tight all over. She felt that she was flaunting her body but the top wasn't scandalous. It was merely allowing others to see her shape.
The new shorts that had been bought for her fit her rounded ass like a glove. She couldn't help but examine her ass and hips in the mirror. The shorts showcased the curves of her new lower body more dramatically than most of her other clothes. It was the first time she thought of her ass as blatantly sensuous and she wondered if she might like her tits as DDs with this ass. She then shuddered at the realization that she was mentally redesigning her body to be the perfect sex toy. She'd obviously been corrupted by Steve's fetishes.
They walked to the marina with Candace's breasts bouncing and swaying with every step. She caught Steve ogling her chest on several occasions during the short walk. He loved the bounce; she didn't.
The yacht was even grander than she'd expected. The captain and mate greeted them and helped them aboard where she saw there were two men and two women on the aft deck. Even at a distance Candace could see the women were much younger than their male companions. She also noted that each woman had large tits spilling out of a bikini top. She didn't recognize either woman from the supper club she'd dined at with Steve but both women seemed to fit the stereotypical trophy wife or mistress image that had populated the club. While Steve was not old enough to fit the 'older man' image Candace guessed she looked like the perfect bimbo-mistress.
Introductions were made all around. Candace found the names of the women, Tiffany and Melissa, casually called 'Tiff' and 'Missy,' suited their image but chastised herself for being so shallow. They could easily be thinking the same thing about her with a name like Candace which they'd probably already abbreviated to Candy. She resolved to keep an open mind. Either of these women could be a brain surgeon, a CEO or a mathematics genius. To assume they were bimbos was foolish and embarrassing as they might well have similar thoughts about her.
Tiff's husband was David. First impressions were that he was a hard driving executive- probably obsessed with making money and not interested in much else. Missy was married to Bill... He seemed a little more laid back but Candace was only in the company of the men for a minute or two before the group split into two with the men speaking to each other - leaving the women to converse separately.
After a few minutes of conversation Candace surmised that neither Tiff nor Missy were geniuses but they seemed pleasant. She had to smile as they referred to her as 'Candy' without any prompting. She didn't protest ass with her new body she felt more like a 'Candy' than anything more formal. After a round of drinks were passed around it took only a few minutes for the men to retreat to the bridge leaving the women on their own in the main salon.
Tiffany- now 'Tiff'-complimented 'Candy' on her body which caused Candace to blush. Tiff apologized and tried to make it better by asking, "Did you have them done here in Florida or up north?"
Candace stared blankly and then realized that Tiff's reference was to her large tits. Candace was shocked at the question but then was embarrassed by not knowing how to answer. She wanted to indignantly say her tits were natural but that was hardly true. On the other hand, she couldn't imagine lying about having had surgical enhancement.
Finally she replied, "Oh well, they're just kind of natural. I haven't had surgery."
Tiff blushed and apologetically said, "I'm sorry. They're beautiful and so big for your body I just assumed..."
Candace shushed her and said she understood- adding jovially that she wished they were two cup sizes smaller but was getting used to not seeing her feet.
Tiff laughed and said she knew that feeling. She then volunteered that she'd gotten implants after college when she'd decided to try out to be a pro football cheerleader. She'd gone from a 34B to 34DD and had high hopes that cheerleading might lead to a career as an actress. She hadn't made the squad but after a tough year of dancing in Gentlemen's Clubs eventually landed a rich husband so it had been worthwhile.
