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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Steve delivered Candace back to her apartment on Sunday evening after their return from Florida. They kissed and agreed they'd speak on Monday to see how Candace's breast shrinkage was doing. She confirmed that she felt her F cup bra was definitely looser than it had been earlier in the day and was optimistic that the morning would have her fitting into her E cup bra. She still hoped she'd be a 34DD but guessed that might take another day.
Candace slept fitfully. During her many periods of half sleep she thought about returning to work. In the best case scenario on Monday morning she'd have shrunk to her target of 34DD. Trying to be realistic and based on how her breasts had changed over the prior 24 hours she'd probably be a 34E.
When morning finally came Candace stripped off her nightgown and nervously looked at herself in the mirror. She still looked huge but she'd need to see how one or two different bras fit to gauge her size. With great trepidation she cradled her breasts into the E cup bra which was a full cup size smaller than what she'd worn on Sunday. She wasn't sure if she was pleased or disappointed to find that the bra fit perfectly. She turned back and forth in front of the mirror to further assess her overall body.
Based on how well the E cup bra fit Candace decided not to try on the DD. She was sure it wouldn't fit properly and that would only depress her. She was still bigger than she wanted to be. Equally important she felt she was bustier than the network would tolerate. As a TV journalist she had to be attractive and sexy to a point but looking like a call girl wouldn't fly for the family friendly news.
Fortunately she had no on camera time scheduled for Monday. She'd wear a somewhat loose top over a modest skirt and hope that her expanded chest wasn't noticeable. By Tuesday she hoped to have dropped another cup size. That was an assumption but she needed to remain optimistic.
She was also working on the assumption that her slim body could carry DD breasts without upsetting the network execs. This was going to be a close call; she'd have to be careful in her clothing selections. She had to walk the fine line between being sexually attractive and looking too slutty. The tops would need some ornamentation or draping fabric overlays so that it wouldn't appear that she was flaunting her tits. Any hint of cleavage would be the death knell to her career.
Part of her concern reflected that she'd only been a 34DD for one evening in Florida where she'd relaxed in the knowledge that no one knew her. Steve had surprised her by increasing her from a D to a DD and announced that she'd be getting even bigger overnight. On that occasion Steve had provided her with a sexy bra and low cut dress. The entire evening had been foreplay and she'd relished feeling sexy.
Dressing for work with tits like she'd had that evening was going to be a whole new experience. She'd barely gotten used to how to dress when her breast size had been 34D. She'd continued to wear form fitting dresses but had tried to find styles that had some distracting trim or other features at the bust line. Anything that was form fitting and smooth -in the nature of a T-shirt was out as her chest size became too obvious too inviting to the lustful eye.
Regardless of her clothing choice with a 34DD bust more guys would be staring at her. Since she'd always been attractive she was used to receiving a lot of attention but the intensity had grown noticeably with her breast size over the past few months. She could only assume another cup size would have a similar effect. Finding clothes that would de-emphasize her chest was going to be tough.
Part of her angst was simple ego and a desire not to be embarrassed. She'd gone from being small breasted to a D cup gradually over a few months. At widely different points in time virtually everyone she knew concluded she'd gotten implants. She'd seen the look in their eyes as he or she drew that conclusion and then kept steeling glances at her chest. Some were subtle and some more piggish. One or two co-workers who'd reached the surgical enhancement conclusion early on- say when she'd expanded to a small C cup- seemed baffled by her later expansion but far too discrete to say anything.
Each of those past instances of someone looking at her differently had been embarrassing but she'd learned to live with it. Going through the same moments all over again would be even more difficult.
Her current dilemma was to disguise her E cup tits and interact with as few people as possible on Monday. She could hope that only a few would later think her DDs were larger than the breasts she'd had before the weekend. She couldn't imagine the embarrassment of anyone actually sensing that she'd not been satisfied by her enhancement from an A cup to a D cup and that she'd had another surgery to graduate to E cups. If she could get past Monday and if her breasts dropped another size she could only hope that DDs would pass as Ds.
She took out the two dresses Steve's shopper has purchased for her in Florida. If her breasts would shrink to DD the dresses would be okay if she added a scarf or other distracting piece. They'd get her through the first couple of days but she'd need other dresses. Candace searched for labels in the Florida dresses and found the name of a shop that sounded like a custom dress maker. That wasn't going to be a viable option since the shop was over a thousand miles away and undoubtedly too expensive for her. On the other hand she wouldn't be able to wear dresses that were mass marketed without serious alterations. Custom made clothes might not be too much more expensive than the cost of rack dresses plus alterations.
She then had a second thought that made her smile; if Steve wanted her to have a bimbo's body he'd have to pay for whatever clothes she needed. She was confidant he'd be happy to do that but she'd need to ask. The first step would be to try on the Florida dresses to confirm that they'd fit with a smaller chest. She did that and was satisfied. Except in the bust the dresses fit perfectly. She knew of one custom shop in New York and checked out its website. She followed up with a phone call to discuss how quickly items could be ready and some pricing.
She then called Steve and explained her situation. She expressed her concern about still being bigger than her target size but said she could give the process another day. She then outlined her longer term problem. 'Off the rack' clothes wouldn't fit the top heavy body he wanted her to have. She told him she was willing to give the DD size a week trial but would need more work suitable outfits that were tailored for her body. She gave him a cost estimate for 3 dresses from the New York store and asked if he'd pay for them. He said that he would be happy to pay for her test clothes but would expect to have the opportunity to undress her from these garments at least a couple of times during the test period. He also reminded her of the sexier style bras he'd had the shopper buy and noted that those were the only ones he wanted to see when they were together. She agreed but said she didn't know her work schedule yet.
Later that day Candace visited the dress salon and ordered two dresses and two skirt and blouse combinations. She deferred the fitting until Tuesday afternoon without explaining that she was expecting to be a whole bra size smaller by then.
Somehow Candace got through Monday. She didn't sense anyone noticing her swollen tits which was a testament to her clothing choice and her avoiding the men who she'd previously identified as the horniest and most aggressive. At home she removed her blouse with the hope of finding wrinkles in her bra cups that would show shrinkage of her breasts. To her chagrin the bra still seemed to fit snuggly. She twisted and turned but couldn't produce a single wrinkle.
Candace poured herself a scotch. She'd spent the day feeling that her life would soon be in control. She'd convinced herself that 34DD would be manageable and based on how she'd felt on Friday, perhaps even pretty hot. That was the size she felt was mutually good for both Steve's lust and her job. She'd had her outfits for the week all picked out and was pleased with her organizational skills. Now everything was off. E just seemed a whole lot harder to cope with than DD.
While she sipped on a second scotch Candace considered Steve's job offer seriously for the first time. If her breasts remained at their present size she couldn't see a future in TV news. Her agent could probably get her work in tits and ass movies and maybe a role in a TV series. She'd be cast as the sexy mistress or hooker. Those roles would keep her on TV for a few years until she aged out of the 'young and sexy' class but staying on TV was never her real goal. She'd wanted to be respected as an intelligent woman. TV journalism served that end well but it wasn't the only career path she could take.
