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. On Friday evening she'd grown to DD and was Steve's date at a private club populated by mostly older men and their trophy wives. She and Steve were younger but she felt like an escort-with generous cleavage displayed in a low cut custom fitted dress.
On Saturday she awoke with massive G cup tits. She could feel them bounce and was self-conscious all day. The couple spent the afternoon on a yacht where Candace felt compelled to sunbath in the nude with two trophy wives. The three husbands ogled the three from the bridge- about 20 feet away. Her 'natural' breasts were the envy of the two women whose enhanced breasts were nice but not as large or soft. She found the women's personal stories fascinating and was turned on by some teasing and touching before they got dressed. The women told her that later their husbands would be teased by each woman's detailed description of Candace's breasts and she decided to tease Steve with a tale of their fondling her as research.
Without admitting any control over her breasts Steve tried to assure Candace she'd be back to DD by the end of the weekend. While she'd learned to love her pre-weekend D cup breasts she agreed that DD would not ruin her career and was a compromise she could accept.
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Candace awoke early on Sunday. Steve was asleep besides her but the bed was so large she knew she could move about without disturbing him. She was naked but that was of no concern. It was her tits. Every day seemed to be a surprise. What size had Steve dictated for today? Would he live up to his word and let her shrink to DD cups by the time they returned to New York?
Lying on her back she placed a hand to the outside of each breast and gently moved her hands inward to feel herself up. She was still massive. It was impossible to say if she was exactly a G cup as she'd been on Saturday. She could be a little smaller or perhaps even a little bigger. With that frightening thought Candace felt herself more thoroughly. Her tits felt soft and sensuous - and huge. She decided her prone position prevented any real assessment.
There was no way she could go back to sleep with the issue unresolved. She got up quietly and moved into the bathroom- carefully closing the door behind her and then switching on the light. It took30 seconds for her eyes to adjust. Steeling herself against what she might see she focused on the image in the mirror and attempted to gauge her breast size. Holding her hands at her sides she pushed out her chest and then relaxed her chest muscles. She repeated the cycle as she stared at her image. She couldn't draw any definite conclusions.
Candace then brought her hands up to cradle and weigh her breasts as she watched. She was definitely huge but no bigger than Saturday. In fact, she guessed she might be a little smaller. It was difficult to be sure but she felt a little smaller. Her nipples still seemed obscenely big; Steve would be pleased with that.
Obsessed with knowing Candace stole quietly out of the bathroom and recovered the G cup bra she'd worn early Saturday. On a whim she also scooped up the DD bra that had fit her perfectly on Friday evening. She instinctively knew she was too big for it at the moment but thought she might try it on as an additional gauge of her size. Perhaps it would fit later in the day.
In the privacy and light of the bathroom she positioned her breasts and enclosed them in the G cup bra. Even before looking at herself in the mirror she had part of the answer. There were wrinkles in the fabric of the bra cups- small wrinkles but definite evidence that her breasts were no longer straining the cloth. She was smaller than she'd been 24 hours earlier.
This was a great relief. She was no longer afraid she'd grown even bigger and it seemed she was on the right track to becoming more normal. There was, however, a little bit of regret that she was no longer what Steve would say was 'perfect'. She had a strong ego. It was hard to be pleased by being less than perfection in her obsessed lover's eyes. She was still obscenely big but not as big as Steve had staked out as the ideal.
Candace stared at her bra covered tits and tried to estimate how much they'd shrunk. She tried to visualize how much flesh it would take to erase the wrinkles and restore the tautness to the fabric she remembered. The task required the skills of either a sculptor or a math genius. How much flesh was missing? She wasn't a genius but she did have imagination and came up with a crude alternative way to estimate the missing volume.
Even though she'd never personally handled liquid latex Candace remembered seeing it in a porn video. She visualized painting her tits with a layer of the goopy substance. She guessed the layer would be about an eighth of an inch thick. She tried to then visualize how much liquid the coating would have used from the bottle and whether her coated breasts would fill the bra cups. A second coat would probably be needed- perhaps just on the bottom. If one assumed the bottle held 6 oz. would two coats empty the bottle? If so, so what. She gave up in frustration; it was a pointless exercise.
How much difference is there between a 34G and the next smaller size? Candace had no idea. Was she now a 34F? 34E?
Candace took off the 34G bra and attempted to put on the 34DD. She could physically put the bra on her body but her tit flesh threatened to tear it apart. Flesh bulged over each edge of the cups and the bottom of the cups were pulled away from her chest wall. Candace smiled. It wasn't too scientific but her breasts were definitely closer to fitting the G cup bra than the DD. This suggested she was currently sporting F cup tits. Progress.
She cleared her head and studied her reflected image; overnight she'd become a cup size smaller. Would she be back to DD by evening? That was what she'd insisted on. Shrinking from an F to an E might be more likely. How big was E? Since she still felt huge at the F cup size she guessed E would be only marginally better.