1 comments/ 10506 views/ 9 favorites Candace's Surprise By: Tdisk Note: When writing this I had a celeb TV reporter in the NYC market in mind but since I'd guess her tits are 'B' cups it would have demeaned her to describe her as flat. As a result my leading lady is technically a fictional person (I'm still thinking of the real one). ***** Candace sat in her bedroom feeling her soft breasts through her thin nightgown. She wasn't masturbating – not even thinking about it. It was more of an exploratory feel to go with her thoughts about what she viewed as a new life. Her breasts were incredibly soft. They felt sensuous and sexy- even to her as a heterosexual woman. She smiled as she visualized how any man's arousal would spike from feeling her up. She reflected on how for years she'd often introduced herself, "I'm Candace Smith- not Candy, please." She wondered if with tits she'd now be Candy. Her mind wasn't any different but if you look like a bimbo you probably get called Candy. On a slim body there's a world of difference between 32A and 34D She felt she didn't look like a bimbo but was concerned she might be getting close. She wondered if her body would continue to change of if the morphing of the past two months had ended. The changes had been so slow and subtle; only time would reveal her future. She might evolve into Candace- the shapely but serious well known television journalist or- if she went up another cup size- she'd probably be Candy- the bodacious weather girl in Wichita or some other small TV market. Candace had recently moved up from TV news reporter to substitute co-anchor on the evening news in a prestigious big city TV market. She liked to think she was good at her job but she wasn't naïve. Most of her success had always been based on her looks and she was sure her recent promotion was no exception. With tits she might well be a star on TV; without them she might come close but her career would depend on some big story or other chance. Thinking back she'd always looked good but in a different way. She was a track star in high school and college and spent time on the beauty contest circuit. Her face and long blonde hair coupled with being tall and slender were key elements to her look. She was in her 30s now and until the last month or two she'd maintained the same body. From her beauty pageant days she knew how to showcase herself so her looks and poise gave her a good start in TV news. Of course, she was one among many pretty faces and trim bodies competing in one of the most competitive fields for young women. Over the past few months things had been changing. It was hard to pin down the time line but there were certain encounters that she couldn't ignore. About three months ago she had been assigned a story on which to do research and then some on-camera interviews. The story looked like a human interest fluff piece since it was focused on the new billionaire in town who also happened to be the most eligible bachelor. He was Steve Fish, CEO of Vee-Imaging which had moved to a large office building in town less than a year ago. Mr. Fish was frequently seen on the charity dinner circuit with a glamorous date nearby- always a fresh face with no apparent relationship beyond being eye candy for the evening. The society pages of the newspaper always seemed to capture the handsome man as he was entering or leaving his Maybach with a model-like beauty on his arm. The company was also mysteriously appealing since it was known as a high tech government contractor but no one knew what products it produced or services it rendered. Reviewing its website or calling its public relations office yielded little real information beyond statements about research that was classified and/or top secret. Candace's first interview was with a VP who was very polite but wouldn't share much company information beyond what was already published. All that she learned was that the headquarters building contained several labs and that the research done was for various agencies including the Defense Department and Homeland Security. The term 'facial recognition' was used as an example of something 'akin' to some of their research but it was emphasized that that term was used loosely and merely as an example that outsiders could understand. As to Mr. Fish, Candace was told simply that he was unmarried. His personal life was personal. The only positive aspect of the interview was being told her interest would be relayed to Mr. Fish who might be willing to speak with her directly but no assurances of that could be made as he had an incredibly busy travel schedule. Candace didn't expect to ever hear from him. To her surprise she received a call from an assistant to Mr. Fish a few days later and was able to schedule an interview with him at his office two days after that. While most of the interview would be off camera Candace was allowed to schedule a quick video spot in the building's lobby before the actual interview. It was made clear the photographer wouldn't be admitted beyond the lobby and should leave after filming the initial greeting. Candace agreed and arranged for the photographer to wait on the street where she'd do an on camera closing segment summarizing a bit of whatever she'd learned. Candace felt like a student reporter for her school newspaper as she prepared for her big interview. She had significant interview experience but most was with local parents, council members, and people on the street- not billionaires responsible for secretive government research. She wanted to be taken seriously and not be treated like a smile and a body which she knew was the way many men viewed her. On the other hand, she was proud of her looks and wasn't about to try to look dowdy or ugly. She was nervous but easily got through the on camera segment. It was just a hand shake and a question or two followed by a 15 second monologue about the company by Mr. Fish. He was essentially rehashing the general statements set forth on their website. Mr. Fish and his assistant then escorted Candace to the building's initial security screening room. They by passed the process using fingerprint scans but she had to pass through a body scan machine similar to that at an airport. It wasn't the old fashioned metal detector; rather it was the phone booth style machine that you stand in with your arms raised while your body is scanned. This seemed a bit much but she was excited to have been invited inside so she certainly wasn't going to complain. Mr. Fish and Candace sat in his enormous private office. He was pleasant and she started to relax as the small talk evolved into questions about her college, her early work history and her recent assignments. Coffee was served and their exchange continued until Candace realized that many more questions had been put to her than to the subject of the interview. She steeled herself and attempted to change course. She was mildly successful in learning about Mr. Fish's background and recent social appearances. This included some discussion of the charities he supported. While this gave some personal sense of the man there weren't many facts. He made it clear that he didn't have a wife or girlfriend and wasn't looking for one. His work schedule and his personal obsession with being involved with his company made serious personal relationships impossible. Questions about the company were answered with press release content. There really weren't many new facts for her story. She was getting politely stonewalled. It came as a total surprise when Mr. Fish invited her to see one of their labs. She was finally going to learn something new. He cautioned that this tour would require execution of a confidentiality agreement and another pass through security. Candace read the agreement quickly. She had to agree not to describe any aspect of anything she saw without first clearing it with Mr. Fish's office. This was highly unusual but she couldn't refuse. They exited the office and she was directed to a new room containing a very large scanning machine and two staff members in lab coats. The room was a good size but it was dominated by the machine that looked twice as complex as the one at the building's entrance. The booth wasn't any larger than usual but the accompanying metal box-like machine suggested this scanner must have thousands more circuits and data processing units. It seemed much too sophisticated to assure she wasn't smuggling in a hidden bomb or camera. Nonetheless, Candace entered the booth and dutifully stood on the painted shoe prints. She could almost feel the scan wash over her as she was instructed to stand perfectly still for 5 seconds. It was a little creepy to visualize how detailed an image some technician was getting of her body. There had been widespread privacy complaints about the airport scanners when they'd first been introduced. Many women were freaked out by the thought that a technician was essentially seeing them naked. Candace hadn't shared their outrage. She'd been willing to trade privacy for better airport security. Here she was just giving up her privacy for what might be a 2 minute TV news story. Mr. Fish stood to the side and assured her the scan was safe and all images were carefully stored. His casual demeanor put her at ease and she started to feel as if she was finally going to get something to use could use in her story. They moved into a corridor which then seemed to open up into a wide bridge with glass on both sides as it passed over a brightly lit lab below. Candace quickly searched the expanse below. It looked like an active research lab should look. There were numerous men and women in lab coats moving about and some others seated at computer screens. Lots of stainless steel cabinetry and some refrigeration units lined one wall. Electronic microscopes of varying sizes dominated two tables in one area. Mr. Fish was obviously proud of the lab and happy to speak of the 48 employees- virtually all with at least one Master's Degree and several with a PhD. or MD. When Candace tried to get some idea of what the workers were doing or what their goal was she got nothing more than evasive answers. He said, "I'm sorry I can't answer your questions. One can't really describe research since you don't know where you're going until you get there. Obviously, in our fields once you find something it can't be discussed for security reasons." Candace smiled weakly. She even noted that every computer screen was oriented away from the observation bridge and doubted that had happened by chance. Perhaps the absolute secrecy of the place could be the meat of her story but she doubted the company would approve that theme. After a minute or two standing above the lab they crossed the bridge and continued down a corridor which ended in a small cylindrical look- out over a second lab. The space into which Candace stepped was a half circle with a diameter of about 2 feet making the space somewhat claustrophobic. It was made of metal with curved windows about 18 inches tall which started about shoulder height and extended upward. The overlook jutted out from the wall which provided a 180 degree view of the lab. Candace was invited to move right up to the windows to get a better look while Mr. Fish looked out a separate flat window in the wall nearby. Candace almost had the sense that the look-out was another scanner but concluded she was being paranoid. Mr. Fish pointed out obvious scanning machines and an MRI in the lab below. He explained in simple terms that this lab focused on human anatomy but apologized that he couldn't say more. Candace was frustrated by his evasiveness but tried to look interested in the hope that any minute she might learn something. They were soon done with the tour. Candace was puzzled at having to go through the lab's body scan again as she exited but didn't object. Mr. Fish warned her that she'd see a blue light during this scan but that she shouldn't be alarmed; it was perfectly normal and safe. She guessed it was intended to catch anyone who might be trying to steal a thumb drive or other secret data. Mr. Fish walked her out to the lobby and casually asked if she'd accompany him to a charity dinner that weekend. Candace was sorely tempted but had to decline since he was the subject of her story. He said he understood and suggested that perhaps after the story aired and some time had passed they could get together socially. She was non-committal but inwardly quite intrigued. She'd never dated a billionaire and could imagine seeing her picture in the society pages. Out on the street, Candace hesitated but then dismissed the photographer saying she had nothing new to say and the story might be a bust. That evening she made a real effort to outline a story she could submit to her producer. There just wasn't enough. In the morning she told her boss that there was no story and he assigned her to something else. She all but forgot about her fruitless visit to Vee- Imaging. Life went on. About two weeks later Candace was in the shower. As she washed her upper body she'd been startled by how full her chest felt. Instead of mounds her tits seemed to be bulging. If she bent over they actually seemed to hang like larger breasts did all the time. She thought back to how over the past week or so she'd thought her mounds had a little more flesh to them but had dismissed it as due to her period. Now there was no doubt. Her breasts had grown. They were still on the small side but they had a mass to them. She caressed them with pride and stayed in the shower for a long time. Following her shower she decided to buy some new bras. The ones she had been wearing hadn't seemed to fit right lately but it never occurred to her that her breasts might have grown. She went to a boutique lingerie store since she'd heard that most women wore the wrong size bra. In the past her tiny tits were easy to fit- she wore an A cup size designed more for nipple coverage than breast support as there was no flesh in need of support. Buying a bra was always a painful reminder of her flat chest. She was pleased by the shop owner's interest in fitting her well. The fitting was uncomfortably intimate but the woman seemed to know her business and was very professional. Candace was somewhat surprised when the woman advised that depending on the brand she needed a 32B or 34B bra instead of the 32A she'd worn since high school. Candace laughed to herself on the way home that she finally had tits. They weren't big but they were definitely bigger and more distinct than the soft mounds that she'd lived with for 15 years. Candace also remembered however that in the morning her scale had said she'd gained two pounds. Her small tits couldn't weigh that much. She resolved to spend extra time at the gym. At the end of that week Candace had gained another pound and started to worry about her health. She scheduled an appointment with her OB-GYN since in addition to the weight gain she sensed her tits might have grown some more. Her new bras still fit well but seemed a little snug. Candace had a date the following Friday with a guy she hadn't seen in a month. He was also a TV journalist and had been on assignment in the Far East. As she got dressed for her dinner date Candace visualized how surprised her date, Bill, would be if they went to bed after dinner. They'd been intimate before his trip so she assumed he'd remember her small tits and be pleasantly surprised by her new ones. He apparently noticed her chest long before she expected. She watched him staring at her chest throughout dinner and by dessert he commented, "I don't want to be a sexist pig but are you wearing a padded bra? You didn't get your tits enhanced did you? Your chest looks much bigger than I remember." Candace responded, "We haven't been out together for four or five weeks. No, I didn't have surgery and I'm certainly not wearing a padded bra. I can't explain it but yes, my breasts have grown bigger. If you're not a pig I may let you explore after dinner." "Wow," he said. "Can we skip dessert and go to my place so I can explore?" Candace told him he was bordering on piggish but yes, she'd indulge him since she wanted his opinion on whether there seemed to be any other changes to her body. She explained that she'd gained a couple of pounds and was sure it wasn't all in her chest. At his apartment Bill had her dress and bra off in seconds. His hands and mouth devoured her new tits to their mutual enjoyment. He said that her tits felt fantastic and he assured her that if she'd gained any weight it was either in her tits or her ass which also felt incredibly good to him. Candace hadn't wanted to admit it but she'd thought her ass had a new sexier roundness. It was as if her teen body had just reached womanly shape. The couple had a great evening of sex. Candace enjoyed a good orgasm and also loved Bill's affirmation of how great she looked and felt to him. She expressed her concerns about why her body had changed but Bill blew off the issue and said she should just enjoy the results. He certainly had. Within minutes of their sex acts being concluded Candace was on her way home. They'd both been satisfied sexually but she was far from content. Bill's excitement had simply confirmed how her body had changed; her mind hadn't exaggerated the changes. They were real and they were significant. Each morning after that Candace would examine her naked body in the mirror and fondle her tits as if weighing them. She had the sense that her breasts and ass were still expanding but the daily change was so slight that she assumed it might just be her imagination. Her clothes seemed to be tighter but again that was subjective. The zippers still closed. By the end of another two weeks some of the zippers didn't close. Candace felt the need to stop in at the lingerie boutique again. Her tits had grown. She had a real woman's breasts with a distinct shape that hung on her body as separate organs and felt incredibly soft. The woman at the bra shop fitted her as a 34C. The cup was a little loose but her breasts were definitely too big for the B cup she'd bought just a month earlier. For the first time Candace enjoyed the experience of buying bras. She bought several with the upbeat feeling that for the first time she had breasts worthy of being displayed in fine satin and lace. She'd no longer feel less attractive naked than clothed; she had the goods that most men craved. She didn't understand the change in her body but some of her tight tops would barely zip and others were noticeably tighter. Her co-workers and her boss all seemed to be paying much more attention to her body than they had before. Men on the street were staring at upper body and smiling. On the one hand she loved being the center of their attention but on the other she wondered if she was ill. She doubled her gym time since she knew her career depended on her maintaining a tight body. A visit to her OB-GYN and a blood test confirmed that she wasn't pregnant and didn't have any identifiable disease. The doctor was as puzzled as Candace as to the cause of her weight gain and increased breast size but wasn't worried. She scheduled some additional tests over the ensuing weeks to rule out some remote possibilities. Candace bought some new clothes and tried to enjoy her new body. She thought the C cup bras now fit perfectly; she no longer felt she was pretending to be a C cup which the little puckers of fabric had suggested to her despite the fitter saying 34C was right for her. She'd never felt as sexy. Being flat chested or nearly so had be the way she'd grown up. She was an athlete- they generally didn't have big tits. After college she was the slender young woman with the face pretty enough to get noticed. Big tits weren't needed. She'd accepted her lack of tits but there had always been a part of her brain that envied the other women who got more lusty looks than she did and could do justice to a low cut dress. When she'd worn such a dress she always felt she owed her date and the dress designer an apology for not filling the neckline with cleavage. Candace's Surprise Ch. 02 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. Her roaming hand also traversed back and forth between her breast and clit- skimming over her flat belly and then grasping a breast. This allowed her to enjoy her hour-glass shape. She knew her slim middle made her fleshy breasts seem even bigger and sexier. In due course the pinching of her fingers at her nipple and the teasing probes of the fingers of other hand became more focused on sexual pleasure than exploration. Her excitement built slowly but she knew where it was heading. She was making love to the busty babe; anyone would want to. No one could resist her naked body -all shiny and slippery under the down light of her shower. Her hand ground against her Mound and one finger insinuated itself next to her clit. This coupled with a strong pinching and rolling of her fingers on her fat nipple brought her to the brink. Finally, a crashing orgasm wracked her body and she found herself struggling to stay standing. She leaned against the shower wall as her body spasmed in several waves. Slowly her body seemed to recover strength. She'd never had such sexual pleasure when her breasts had been embarrassingly small. She was now a sexual goddess and she loved every decadent moment of touching herself. After recovering Candace finished showering with a contented smile on her face. She then dried off and did her hair. This gave her time to think. Having enjoyed her body so much in the shower now brought depressing thoughts of losing it through the breast shrinkage that had apparently started. Her breasts were still almost perfect but she feared they were getting smaller every day. She wondered if she should call Steve. If he was responsible for her original changes could they reach an accommodation? She could agree that no charges would be brought, no law suit filed etc. Could she live with that if he would tweak his secret process to keep her at the 34D bra size she'd come to love. Of course, the concept she was thinking about would only make sense if there really was a secret process. Steve would never admit there was and even if the process existed it might not be something that could be adjusted to produce- much less maintain- a given bra size. Candace shivered at the thought that even in the best case of reaching a private deal she might have to go to Steve's office regularly for a tune up scan. At least some of his people would know who she was and why she was there. Could she actually do something so vain and so humiliating? She was disappointed in herself when she realized that she could and would if that's what it took to keep her tits. The week dragged on. Each morning her hands would feel up her tits in the shower trying to discern any change. One day she'd feel they were a little smaller and the next she'd conclude there had been no change over the past several days. Friday finally came and the testing bra was donned. Candace was devastated to see ripples in the fabric of the cups. Her tits had filled the cups to taut when she'd started the tests. Ripples were conclusive proof that her tits were shrinking. The 34D bra was still the correct size for her but for how long? If anything could be done she should act promptly but the small wrinkles in the bra weren't enough to justify the drama of calling Steve. If and when she did call him Steve would undoubtedly deny everything and she'd be humiliated. He might hang up on her or call her crazy. Even worse he might hint that he could help but be lying just to get in her pants again. Absent a very unlikely explanation of how the scanning worked she'd never know whether to trust him. With all of her suspicions and doubts about him if they had sex it couldn't be the same as it had been. She'd miss that. Not having a romance with your lover was one thing but suspecting him of secretly changing your body was quite another. The only logical thing to do was to wait another week and conduct another bra test. During that week her mind started to try to deal with the shrinkage problem in a purely rational way. If the rate of shrinkage was slow it would be 3 months or more before her clothes would need replacement or alteration. During that time padded bras could make up for any inadequacies of her flesh. At some point she would definitely consider implants but if her breasts were still shrinking the surgery might turn out very badly. A good surgeon could do a great job on the breasts presented to him but if those breasts shrank over the following months the implants might distort her shape. This raised a more horrifying thought. Her enlarged breasts were completely natural in that she must have grown skin; that's the only way they'd hang as they did and feel so soft. The skin didn't look like it had been stretched as the skin on porn stars with large implants frequently did. If the mass of her breasts shrank would the excess skin disappear or would she have ugly hollow bags. She'd be a freak. Ironically, the excess skin would probably help implants look natural but she could be looking at many months when her body would be unsightly. She wondered if she should visit a plastic surgeon now to discuss the best way to replicate her current shape but couldn't imagine getting through the embarrassment. How does one explain that you magically grew 34D breasts but when they shrink you want implants to replace them? Most doctors would think you were a nut. With the passage of another week Candace's test bra showed slightly larger wrinkles. She was devastated and didn't know what to do. After hours of crying she did the only thing that she could. Replacing her test bra with the bra she wanted to wear that day she stuffed some tissues in each cup- a humiliating act that she remembered from her first high school dance. After delaying for a few days Candace called Steve saying she needed to talk with him and suggesting that they meet for coffee. He insisted on dinner and insisted on picking her up. She didn't want to have a date with him but couldn't get him to agree to anything other than 'a nice dinner'. Due to their schedules the first mutually available evening was the following Saturday night- traditional date night. When Saturday came Candace selected clothes that were as business-like as possible- avoiding her most tailored tops. She picked a suit that was a little big for her which meant none of her curves were accentuated. Steve had her building's doorman call up for her as he had on their prior dates. She descended to the lobby and they shared an awkward kiss. She was trying hard for their evening to not be a date but Steve was having none of that. On the drive to dinner he spoke with her as if nothing was amiss. She didn't want to air her misgivings about him in the presence of the driver so she was polite but somewhat cold. When Steve asked what was wrong she put him off with a bland response. She could feel Steve assessing her outfit disapprovingly which gave her some satisfaction. She wasn't there to indulge his lust for her tits. Dinner was at his country club which had been the scene for several of their dating-foreplay dinners; Candace knew how he expected the evening to go. She was equally determined this evening would not include sex. She'd rehearsed her demands but still felt uneasy in opening the conversation she needed to have. Finally, she mustered the needed courage and said, "On our last date I asked you about your company's scanners and whether they could have been the reason my breasts grew. You didn't answer me which I took as an admission. Obviously, I found that very upsetting." Steve replied, "I didn't admit anything. I told you I couldn't discuss anything about what my company does." "Yes, I know. I've accepted that you'll never admit to anything. The only logical conclusion is the scanners made my breasts grow and you didn't deny it. I think you're a bastard that secretly changed my tits but I have no proof and you're not going to hand me any proof. So... I have a proposal of sorts. Okay?" "I'm listening." "My breasts are shrinking. I'm upset as I've come to love my body and how everybody looks at me. I'm hoping you can cause the shrinkage to stop and for my breasts not to get bigger than 34D. Here's my plan. We enter into a written agreement which is strictly confidential. There is no admission of anything and the agreement explicitly says there will be no law suits, no journalistic exposure, etc. You represent that you're not taking advantage of me and have a good faith belief you can help me keep my enhanced body. I visit Vee-Imaging as often as you say and I don't ask any questions with a view toward maintaining my breasts at 34D." "Well, that's an interesting proposal. I like you Candace. For several weeks you haven't taken my calls and tonight you've been like ice. Now you've laid out a contract that you propose for your benefit. I didn't hear anything in your proposal that benefits me." Candace paused and then said sheepishly said, "You're right. It seemed to me that having my body altered without my consent entitled me to something." "No one has admitted that anything happened to your body." Candace made a cradling gesture under her chest and said, "I think it's rather obvious that something happened to my body. I'm not asking for any admission as to the cause. I'm simply asking that I be helped in keeping my new body. If my tits keep shrinking I'm very concerned that I'll wind up with a chest of flabby skin. Since the size would be changing I couldn't even get implants that would look good for any extended time." She paused waiting for Steve to say something. When he remained silent she continued in an exasperated tone, "So, what do you want?" Steve smiled and said, "Well, I've had fantasies of you with E or F cup breasts that I could truly bury my face in. I've also imagined you with B cup breasts begging me and offering your mouth and ass in exchange for larger tits but those are just idle fantasies." "You're a pig. This isn't a joke. With your expensive suits and cultured speech you look like a gentleman but deep down you're more of a pig than most men. I'm trying to be reasonable and I've made a serious proposal. You said my offer was too one sided. What do you want to make the deal worthwhile to you?" Steve hesitated and then said, "DDs. I'd like you with DDs. Of course an equally important thing would be that you stop thinking of me as a pig and that we have an agreement that would afford me reasonable access to your body which would definitely include sex. Consenting and mutually satisfying sex. The relationship would have to be exclusive so neither has to go for testing all of the time. "As you know I don't want a long term romance but I think we can have a mutually enjoyable relationship- a friendship that includes dates and sex. More specifically, I'd think the agreement should provide for a minimum of two or three dates per month. Our schedules will make it difficult to get time together. We'll have to work on that. Dinner and a trip to the tenth floor lounge for sex would be the norm. Some charity events and the like would be substituted on some occasions. Your hostile attitude would need to go. I'd want pleasant dates- dates with conversation, foreplay and kissing in addition to actual sex. Do you think you could do that?" "I don't know what I can do. Are you really saying you'll give me DD tits? I was only a large D at my peak. I could lose my job." "I'm not admitting to any power over anything. Your concerns about your job are silly. Double Ds aren't that extreme. If necessary you can wear a minimizer bra or clothes that play down your tits when you're on the air. It's a problem lots of women would love to have." "Well, perhaps I could live with that size. I've read that DD and E are essentially the same size but I've never had any reason to check. F would be outrageous on my body but DD might be okay." Good. I think we'll both love them. Later on you might even want them bigger but that would be a new discussion. If you can fix your attitude I think we have the makings of a deal. I commend you for being a good business woman and proposing a solution rather than just ranting. Shall we go to the lounge in my building to get started on our new relationship? I'll have the lawyers draft a formal agreement for your review on Monday but there's no reason for you to shrink away from our agreement if you get my drift." Candace's Surprise Ch. 02 Candace frowned at his pun. Steve continued, "No one is admitting to anything but let's think of the near term future in simple letter terms. A week from now do you want to be between a C and a D worrying about shrinkage or would you like to be a healthy D that's trending toward being be a DD? There's no precise timeline; I'm speaking of how you feel about yourself and the future. It's nice to look forward to the next day. You shouldn't worry about tomorrow with negatives like shrinkage. For now I'm suggesting we go to my office and that we have sex. Before you answer, remember that attitude counts. We can't have a successful contract if you're hostile. If we're going to have a dating relationship we have to like each other and we need to look forward to great sex between us." "I'm more frustrated than hostile. I thought you were a gentleman and I'm coming around to conclude you're a heartless bastard. It's hard to like you when I think you secretly blew up my tits for your enjoyment or as a science experiment." "I understand I may be a disappointment to you. I'm sorry if I'm not the gentleman you thought I was. One doesn't acquire great wealth and power by being a gentleman. Sometimes we take liberties- that's how we achieve our goals. I'm really not a bad guy. In fact, if measured against any guy you've ever dated I'd guess I'm a nicer guy than most. I'll bet former boyfriends cheated on you and lied to you. I've never done that. You may find my approach to life to be a little selfish but if you think about it you're happier at this point in your life than you were a few months ago; you love your tits. Nothing bad has happened. Remember, you didn't come here tonight and ask me to restore your original tits. You proposed a Faustian contract. I'm just negotiating some terms of the contract you offered." "Faust? Oh my. I haven't thought of Faust since college." Candace hesitated as she thought about his statement. She then said, "You're right about me. I'm shallow and self-centered. I've offered to make a deal with the devil for my vanity. Of course, in our story you're the devil." "Attitude...calling me the devil isn't how you should think of me. Perhaps you might simply think of the pleasure my mouth and cock have brought you and how they long to do so in the future. Drop the moral judgments. Think of me as your favorite cock- the one that can and will curl your toes in orgasm." Candace smiled and said, "I don't know if you're the devil or if you have secret machines but you just made me wet. Maybe you're right and I should just think of you as my stud lover without any morality play labels. Having big tits does suggest my body should be appreciated sexually and you have proven yourself in that." "Good. It sounds like we have a deal my attorneys can formalize. Shall we go to my office where there might or might not be secret processes? Put the concerns out of your head; focus on the positive. Let's consummate our new relationship. I'd love to enjoy your body again." Candace agreed and after dinner they were driven to his office building. Candace went through the two scanners wondering what, if anything, they were doing to her body. By implication Steve had admitted everything. That would mean she'd soon have DD tits which she found strangely exciting. However, if one objectively analyzed his statements Steve had actually said nothing to confirm her suspicions. Did he really control her tit size or was she just jumping at any cause that might be partially within her power? She fell back to her 'wait and see' attitude and smiled as she resolved to view Steve as simply her stud. She could enjoy herself while she waited. She guessed it would be about two weeks before she'd be sure whether she was going toward an A cup or DD. Great sex was a nice way to break up the wait. The upstairs lounge was just as dramatic as she'd remembered. Huge windows overlooked the downtown where the building all framed the brightly lit streets some ten floors below. Steve served her brandy and observed, "I guess you dressed conservatively this evening to discourage any sexual advances. What you don't know about me is that I love to gradually uncover a women's body. Removing multiple layers is sexy in a different way than great cleavage. I can enjoy you either way." As he spoke Steve was gently removing her suit jacket. Candace cooperated since she was already aroused and she shared his appreciation of the slow reveal. She knew he was being seduced as each piece of cloth was removed and she loved being responsible for his growing excitement. They kissed passionately while standing in front of the large windows. Their tongues dueled- almost violently and each of them grasped the other with passion. Within a minute or two her blouse was undone and hanging open to reveal her large chest nicely displayed in a lace bra. His mouth descended to kiss the swell of her breasts. The kiss was more reverential than sexual. He whispered, "Beautiful," and then after a slight pause, "Mine." Candace found that statement troubling. She couldn't help but wonder if Steve was a little crazy. A mad scientist was quirky and perhaps even cute. Crazy was more threatening. She willed herself to stop worrying and instead smiled as she thought, 'He may be crazy but I have nice tits and he really knows how to fuck.' Steve took a half step back and unzipped her skirt. His hands ran down her legs sensuously as he removed the skirt. He was disappointed at her lack of stockings but her legs still looked and felt great. The absence of stockings suggested it was time to outline some expectations. He stood and kissed her again while holding her hips. "Your legs look great but they'd be even sexier in stockings. For our future dates I'll expect stockings- not pantyhose. "You should also know that I'm a big fan of sexy, high quality lingerie. I'll set up an account for you at a nice boutique I know. I'll email you the details. They have great stuff and cater to the well- endowed who have good taste and large wallets. Go in a few weeks when your tits have filled out and buy several sets of sexy lingerie. They'll send the bill to me. Oh, they also sell good cocktail dresses. Plan on buying a couple for the society events. "There's no rush but while you're there look at their corsets- it's one of their specialties. You can buy off the shelf or custom. Please get fitted and buy one that you'll feel sexy in when you dress for a charity dinner dance or the like. Don't put it off too long if you'll be getting it made for you as there's a long lead time." Candace was taken aback by his reference to her tits 'filling out'. It sounded like an affirmation of his control over them. That was good news but frightening. He could make her an F cup bimbo if he wanted. His dictates about lingerie were arrogant and sexist but oddly- also very arousing. He was treating her like a submissive mistress; a sex object for his pleasure and to be eye candy when he was out with his high society peers. In direct violation of her views as an independent woman she was turned on. In any case she felt his statements demanded a firm response. She said, "Aren't you assuming an awful lot? I'm used to buying my own lingerie and don't need a sugar daddy." "With your past boyfriends I'm sure you bought everything for yourself. I have higher priced taste and I'm happy to spend my money of cradling your body in silk and other luxuries. It's not being a sugar daddy. Your body deserves to be wrapped in the best soft lingerie. It's an extravagance that most women can't afford or view as too wasteful. I'm removing those impediments and getting a sexier woman to undress. You'll enjoy the incredible silky softness of the garments and will feel sexier. Everyone wins." "We'll see. Send me the address and I'll stop in if I get the chance." "Okay. Now I'd like to remove that less than sexy bra and enjoy your breasts." With that said Steve reached around her and unhooked her bra- quickly removing it and surrounding her left nipple with his hungry lips. Simultaneously he brought a hand up to her right breast and grasped it firmly. Candace gasped with a combination of surprise and arousal as the speed of his actions took her by surprise. She didn't pull away; on the contrary her hands came up to caress his head as she basked in his attention. Despite her concerns about him Candace loved how Steve took charge and showed his lust for her body. Candace soon became aware that Steve's free hand was fondling her ass and hips. Her nipples were swollen and sending strong pulses directly to her clit. Feeling his mouth on her tits and his hands on her ass made her feel like the innocent heroine in a novel being ravished by a strong soldier prince. She surrendered to his advances - closing her eyes and enjoying how he was feeling up her body. Her arousal was increasing rapidly and she could tell from his body language that his was as well. In between kisses Candace panted, "No admissions expected but you made my ass sexier along with my tits. Your hard cock and your groping hand tell me you like your results. I hate myself for saying it but I like my new ass better too." "You have no idea how much I love your ass. I've been too obsessed with your tits to pay proper homage to your hips and ass. We've only had a couple of dates. Intimacy with your ass comes later." Saying that he brought his second hand down to grab her other ass cheek. He then surprised Candace by picking her up- using her ass cheeks as his gripping points. He spun slowly around and taking a step or two was then able to lower her to a sitting position on the couch. As she recovered her composure he stripped off all of his clothes and knelt before her. His hands slowly slid up each of her thighs- moving around to enjoy their shape. After several passes up and down her thighs he reached up on either side of her hips to grasp the waistband of her panties. As he tugged gently downward she helped by raising her ass to allow the bikini style garment to be removed. When her panties were off Steve placed his hand between her knees and wiggled it slightly pushing outward against first one leg and then the other. Candace understood and moved her feet as far apart as comfortable. He took a step forward on his knees and dipped his mouth to the inner surface of her right thigh. He kissed the soft flesh a few inches away from her pussy and Candace shuddered with arousal. Her other thigh received a similar kiss followed by a series of kisses in a trail upward as far as he could go. His mouth then moved to her Venus Mound where he rubbed his face in her trimmed pubic hair. He pulled back a few inches and reached under each thigh lifting her legs up. Candace rolled back to allow her legs to be raised. Lying on her back her hands came to the outside of each breast. She'd only recently become aware of how much they changed shape when she was lying down. They flattened and spread out to her sides. Their size couldn't be appreciated when that happened. She cupped each breast and pushed it up and in- enjoying the soft sensuous feeling of her flesh. She wanted to display her tits in a sexy way for Steve but realized he was focused between her legs. She continued to play with her soft mounds for herself. They felt great. She started to think of them becoming even bigger and found the thought hugely arousing. She'd made love with her legs up but never been in this position without a lover on top of her. The position exposed her whole vaginal area. Her pussy was nicely framed by her legs- presented very blatantly a few inches in front of Steve's face. She drew in an excited breath as she anticipated his mouth on her. Within seconds his face moved forward and his lips and tongue explored the edges of her swollen wet pussy. Candace's whole body tensed with the strong sensations that his mouth brought. She'd expected him to bury his face in her but wasn't disappointed with his more indirect approach. His tongue felt wonderful as it traced firmly around her slit. She realized that Steve's hands were now under her ass- lifting her pussy up to be even more blatantly exposed and accessible. She'd never felt so wanton. It was as if her body was begging to be eaten by her lover. With his teasing tongue she was keyed up enough to beg but knew she didn't need to. It wouldn't change what he was doing anyway. He'd get to her inner lips and clit when he was ready and it would be incredible. Her breathing deepened as she continued to enjoy his tongue's light probing while eagerly anticipating that any minute his mouth would devour her most sensitive core. His teasing was driving her crazy. Her hips lifted off the couch seeking more contact with his mouth but he continued licking and teasing her outer lips. At some point Steve slid a hand out from under her ass and brought two fingers to her slit. Candace's breath hitched as his fingers penetrated her. Almost simultaneously his tongue attacked her clitoris. All of his prior subtly was replaced by aggressive tonguing of her most sensitive nub. He ran the point of his tongue around her clit and flicked his tongue over it as his fingers actively fucked her opening. Her body froze as the sexual impulses from her clit overwhelmed her nervous system. She cried out as her body began to spasm in orgasm. It was just as she'd been anticipating- he was both a talented and unselfish lover. Her body was helpless as his efforts brought her muscles to jelly. Her mind tried to analyze why he seemed to be the best lover she'd experienced but she quickly realized the reason wasn't important. His cock wasn't bigger; his body wasn't god-like; he was simply great at delivering sexual pleasure. While still in a post-orgasmic trance Candace noticed Steve was rising. He stood in front of her and reached out. She extended her arms and he grasped her hands to pull her up. He then gently nudged her toward the windows. From their last date she guessed that he wanted to fuck her from behind as she stood leaning up against the glass. She stepped up to about a foot and a half away from the glass and spread her feet slightly beyond shoulder width. Looking back she confirmed that she was on track with his desire. She raised her arms and spread them- leaning forward to lean partially against the glass. She felt like a lab specimen on a glass slide but on their last date Steve had told her the black glass highlighted her fair skin and caused the background to disappear. She couldn't help but see the impressive view of the city but remained nervous about the strength of the glass. She made an effort to ignore the outside world and focused solely on Steve's actions. Steve's hands were soon caressing her body from her thighs to her shoulders. His lust was evident as he was so close to her that his hard cock nestled between her ass cheeks. She liked that; it was intimate and lewd. She then felt his hands grasping her breasts from behind. He was clearly enjoying their mass and she loved being the object of his lust. His hands fondled her from below and assessed her mass. He then said softly, "Beautiful. You're going to be fucking fantastic with DDs." Candace shuddered with arousal at his statement as she envisioned her tits growing bigger and could see him salivating over them. As she fantasized over her future chest she imagined it being even bigger-vague approximations of E and F sized tits on her slim frame flashed through her mind. She was tempted to tease him by saying something like "Why not E or F?" but caught herself realizing he might take her seriously. She wasn't ready for anything bigger than DD. Oddly though she was intrigued by the notion that she could be bigger if she simply asked. At least she assumed that Steve controlled her size and would be happy to make her bigger if she consented; she didn't really know what he could do and wasn't going to give him ideas. Steve let one breast go and dropped his hand to her ass. After a brief fondling she felt him reaching under her ass and realized he was guiding his cock into her. It felt great to be slowly filled with his hard shaft. She pressed back to welcome him and drive him deeper. She loved feeling his hand return to her swaying breast. With both breasts being held firmly she felt he was using them to gain thrusting power as his hips levered forward driving his cock to new depths. Candace yelped- more from surprise than pain. Having him so deep wasn't totally comfortable but she loved the symbolism. She loved getting him so hot that he wanted to pound into her. Back in her flat chested days she'd never generated so much passion in a guy. She was more than willing to get fucked roughly and even though she'd climaxed only a few minutes earlier could feel her excitement building. She still wasn't thrilled about his chosen position of impaling her against the big glass window but even that added to her arousal; it was kinky. His roughly handling of her breasts was definitely a turn on. Her eyes dropped to see how her tits were mashed by his hands and she proudly saw she was spilling out on all sides. She was far more than a handful. His powerful thrusts were also driving her passion. She could feel herself losing control and wondered if she could squeeze him to bring them off together. She pushed back and flexed her Kegel muscles. Steve's breath quickened in response and he plowed into her even harder. It pleased Candace to know her muscle action had been felt so she squeezed repeatedly as he thrust with new vigor. Finally, she could sense that he was losing it. This in turn brought her to climax. It wasn't the largest she'd had with him but it was wonderful. Her muscles spasmed as she reveled in the thought that it was her second orgasm in twenty minutes. The two of them seemed to lose all coordination and they were reduced to using each other for support while their genitals froze and his cum spurted into her. Feeling weak in the knees Candace started to slide her hands down and somewhat urgently said, "I've got to kneel down before I fall." Steve adroitly guided her down moving one hand to her hip while continuing to hold her upper body through his grasp on her breast. His cock fell out of her but he assumed a kneeling position behind her and was able to re-insert himself. Candace grunted an, "Oh..." in response. She soon realized he was starting to fuck her again- this time much more slowly. He took hold of her hips with both hands and had full control of their union. While his thrusts were less forceful they were still very intense. In fact, in this new position and with his new technique Candace felt a new intimacy with him that had been absent from his forceful taking. She wouldn't call this 'making love' but it did embody loving concern with the other party more than their earlier fuck. Steve was again proving himself to be a stellar lover as Candace could feel her exhausted body climbing the mountain toward another orgasm. Part of her arousal reflected his growing passion. He was holding her hips tighter and pumping into her with greater speed. Candace happened to glance toward the window and saw their bodies reflected in the glass. Her tits were swaying lewdly forward and back as he fucked her. Her image excited her but she was even more turned on as she noticed that Steve was already watching their reflections. "Like my tits like this?" she asked. "You know I do," he replied. "They're fucking gorgeous. I'm enjoying every swing and jiggle. Fake tits don't do that. Yours are perfectly natural and could hypnotize me if I wasn't so excited." He thrust into her more forcefully and then continued to fuck her hard and deep. She grunted and moaned at the end of each stroke. In less than a minute he was again shooting his load in her. While she didn't orgasm again she was totally satisfied as he withdrew. Candace's Surprise Ch. 02 Steve helped her up and retrieved a robe for each of them. Candace said, "You suggested 2 or 3 dates per month. I don't think that's going to be anywhere near enough." Steve just smiled. Candace's Surprise Ch. 03 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. She told 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. She stayed away from Steve and wouldn't take his calls but in a few weeks feared her tits were shrinking. She eventually decided to offer a Faustian deal to Steve to keep her D cups. Her proposal focused on keeping her D sized breasts and her agreeing to keep silent. Steve observed that was too one sided. While not admitting he'd done anything Steve suggested that she should have DD tits and they should have a relationship including regular dates and sex. She agreed and the deal was celebrated with great sex at his office building after another scan at the building's entrance. *** Within a few days of their last date the couple met to fine-tune the confidential agreement previously discussed and then drafted by Steve's lawyers. Candace smiled as she noted there was not a single reference to breasts in the draft. The lawyers apparently used words like "self-image" and "self-confidence" as euphemisms for her big tits. She found that amusing. She was a little confused by statements acknowledging her seeking help from others regarding her self- confidence. Other than her ob-gyn and one guy she'd dated she hadn't talked with anyone about her breast changes. She asked Steve to explain the reference in the draft agreement. Steve said, "I can explain. There's one pre-condition for the agreement -some actions that need to get taken before we move forward." She looked at him oddly since she thought they'd covered everything in the draft and with just a few minor edits it would be ready. He continued, "As you'll understand it's not included in the written document. It's not something that can be written down." He paused searching for the words to use and then said, "You've pointed out that your suspicions about my company are largely based on the absence of any other possible explanations. While I admit nothing I can understand your logic. For the protection of my company and its thousands of employees I need your cooperation in presenting alternative explanations for the growth of your breasts." Candace was puzzled and said so. Steve added, "If there was ever an investigation or court proceeding there must be some evidence of alternative possible reasons for your breast growth." "But there isn't any evidence." "Perhaps not. Perhaps there is. Here's what you need to do. I'd like you to locate a Voo Doo priestess who practices their obtuse arts and a far eastern practitioner of their alternative medicines. I can't have anything to do with your selection or engagement of them but here are two phone numbers you can call. You'll need to meet with each of them and outline your wish to have large breasts. Follow their treatment regimen or participate in their rituals- whatever they say." He handed her two thousand dollars in cash to cover any up- front costs and assured her he'd cover any additional expenses. Candace looked at him with her mouth open. Finally she said, "You really are the devil." "Not at all," he replied. "I'm simply a CEO who owes a high duty to his company. I have an obligation to protect my company from potential claims of any kind. Most Americans don't understand alternative belief systems but they also know there might be some truth to them; their practices can't be dismissed- hence your work with some women who practice spiritual or other unusual rituals would present an alternative explanation for your body's changes. You should not be surprised when you meet with these new people. They might have notes from prior meetings with you and/or might refer to such prior consultations." But I've never talked to them; until a minute ago I had no idea these people existed." "I don't know anything about it. I'm simply observing that sometimes evidence exists that one might not know about." "Devil," she said but then she smiled and added, "I have no intention of ever making any claims so I'll do what you say. I can't explain it but strangely I find your power rather arousing. " "I'm glad. I love to arouse you. Try to meet with each of these people this week and we'll sign the agreement next Friday. I thought we could fly to Florida about mid-day on Friday-returning Sunday. We'll join the mile high club on the way." Candace laughed dismissively saying, "We can't do that. Each of us have thousands of people who might recognize us. If someone sees us going into the plane's lav the scandal would be in the tabloids and on the Internet within hours." "I don't fly commercial. The company plane has just one discrete cabin attendant and it's much more comfortable than a tiny lavatory." "Oh my. The devil wants to fuck me on a leather couch at 30,000 feet with the flight attendant watching. I didn't know you were that kinky." "She's too discrete to watch. She'll be aware of what's happening but her job depends on her invisibility as well as discretion. Wear a skirt and blouse that can be removed easily. Tight jeans and boots would be...inconvenient." Candace blushed at the image of being fucked on a corporate jet while a loyal company minion secretly watched or listened. While embarrassing the thought was also very hot. Candace agreed to contact the two alternative medicine practitioners and they made tentative plans for the weekend trip to Florida. In addition to the mile high experience Steve explained they'd be dining at two exclusive clubs and staying at his condo. He asked that she pack a cocktail dress for dinner - one that would tease him with her cleavage. One dress would suffice for both evenings. She smiled demurely as she knew just the dress. With her big tits it was an obscene version of the proverbial little black dress; indeed, it displayed her tits so blatantly she'd decided not to wear it to a recent broadcast journalist dinner. Different rules applied to a romantic dinner with your evil lover but she thought she'd better check so she asked, "Is this club full of retirees or can the dress be rather bold?" "Bold would be just fine. There will be no little old ladies in attendance." On Friday Steve picked her up and the driver took them to Teterboro airport in northern New Jersey- a small general aviation airfield dedicated to private aircraft. Steve took notice of how she'd dressed and complimented how she looked. He was seeing a yellow tailored silk shirt that buttoned up the front. While not too tight its fitted shape emphasized her large chest and narrow waist. Beneath the shirt she wore a navy colored pencil skirt. Again its design and good tailoring made her look great. Two inch heels completed her look. Candace thanked him for his compliment and whispered, "You'll be pleased to hear that I'm also wearing a bra that clasps in the front- just in case you want easy access to my- or should I say, 'our' breasts." "I'm happy to hear of the style bra but please- no comments like that about your beautiful breasts. They are yours; I'm merely an admirer." During the half hour drive she confirmed she'd satisfied his pre-conditions and he told her he already knew. They reviewed and then signed the revised agreement. The small airport had several hangers which Candace assumed held the most valuable planes until needed by their ultra-wealthy owners. There were at least two dozen smaller jets parked in rows on the tarmac. Steve's company's plane which was larger than the rest was parked near the terminal with various support equipment attached or nearby getting everything ready. The couple breezed through the tiny terminal while Steve's driver brought their bags to the plane. As they walked the short distance from the terminal to the gleaming white jet Candace reflected on how Steve's world was so different from hers. His wealth gave him the power to do many things. Avoiding the hassle of airport security and the traveling masses was one. Controlling a beautiful woman was another. While she knew she should be angry or depressed by his control over her she felt aroused by being a part of his world. Of course, his statement about having sex on the plane added to her anticipation. The inside of the plane was just as luxurious as she'd seen in various magazine ads by Gulfstream. Cream colored leather and gleaming blond wood covered every surface a guest would touch. Two TVs were integrated into the small available wall space. She guessed the plane could carry about 10 people in sumptuous leather seating. Today there would be just two. The wasteful use of jet fuel and damage to the environment attributable to their excursion was remarkable. One side of her was against such decadence but her dominant reaction to being Steve's pampered guest was sexual arousal at the prospect of flying in the jet and being fucked there. Walking up the steps in front of Steve made her feel like a wealthy celebrity or- more accurately, the busty escort of a rich guy. She could live with that. The cabin attendant, Melissa, was as expected. She was petite and dressed in a stereotypical white blouse and trim blue skirt worn with 2 inch heels. She politely greeted them by last name as she took their coats. Steve guided Candace to sit with him on a long leather built in couch. But for the seat belts and jet noise in the background they could have been sitting anywhere. After confirming his wishes with Steve, Melissa served a platter of fruit and cheese and placed an ice bucket with a chilled bottle of champagne near Steve. He hit a few buttons on a table top keypad and the sound system surrounded them with pleasant jazz. He poured some champagne and toasted to their trip. Candace felt like the mistress she was- being wooed by the wealthy businessman. The scene was just as it might be shown in a movie. The couple sipped champagne as the plane taxied and took off without the delays typical of scheduled flights. The plane climbed steeply which reflected its sleek design and small size- reminding Candace of a past boyfriend's Porsche. After a pleasant half hour of champagne and conversation Steve became amorous. Candace welcomed his kisses and was soon aroused by visions of having sex in the rarified exclusive atmosphere of the cabin while flying at 500 mph. She'd been visualizing the experience for several days and now it was actually happening. They loosened their seatbelts and turned toward each other so they could embrace and kiss more easily. Steve's right hand made short work of opening her blouse and he had her bra unclasped and pushed out of the way very quickly. He filled his hand with her large breast while continuing to kiss. She basked in the sensations his kisses and fondling brought. Steve removed his seat belt and then hers. He gently moved her to a reclining position on the couch. He removed her shoes and then found the zipper on her skirt. With her help the skirt came off. He then reached up and slid her panties off. As soon as they were out of the way he repositioned Candace's left leg so that it rested on the top edge of the couch while her other foot remained on the floor. He then moved his face up and teased her inner thighs and pubic mound with kisses. Candace lay back and allowed herself to be pleasured by him. Her soft moans and tense body made her arousal very evident. After a minute or so Steve paused and said, "Since I'm here and you seem to be enjoying yourself this might be a good time to bring up the concept of reciprocity." Candace was distressed that his mouth had stopped eating her and it took a few seconds to register what he'd just said. Realizing he was saying fellatio had been missing from their sex life she was embarrassed at his criticism. "I'm sorry," she said. "You're right. In the times we've been together you've always taken charge and we've done what I thought you wanted. I'd love to play with your cock. I'm sorry if you felt I was avoiding that. I'm very embarrassed. I've been thoughtless." "Great. Enough said," he replied. His mouth went back to her outer pussy lips and she groaned with excitement. She still felt guilty for being a poor lover and panted, "I'm really sorry your cock has been ignored. Over this weekend I'll try to make it up to you- several times." Her excitement made it difficult to say more as her body twisted and ground against his mouth. She could feel how wet she was and fleetingly worried about staining the seat. Her excitement quickly blocked out any concerns. She could barely think about anything but the exquisite feelings Steve was bringing to her pussy. Her breathing became strained and she was soon nearing the crest of passion. Somehow Steve edged her along the thin line- keeping her incredibly close to climax but denying her release. Her body was almost rigid. Her hands were involuntarily clamping in tight fists. She was torn between being frozen and wanting to flail her arms and legs to try getting over the precipice. She would have screamed but her lungs weren't working that well. Finally Steve applied more pressure to her clit and sucked on her while pressing his fingers into her depths. That proved to be the perfect combination to overload her nervous system. She jerked as her climax took possession of her. First one and then a series of spasms wracked her body as every muscle went from tense to slack. Steve moved his mouth away by a few inches as her climax slowly resolved. Several aftershocks caused her whole torso to twitch every few seconds. After half a minute she felt somewhat in control again and said, "You just surpassed yourself. You certainly know how to please me." He then returned to teasing her upper thighs and the flesh near her pussy but carefully avoided her most sensitive areas. As she calmed he brought two fingers up to her slit and gently insinuated them which caused her hips to buck. She tried to verbally stop him but he ignored her pleas. It was a dance they'd done before and he was confident she'd soon be welcoming his attention. Within 30 seconds his perseverance was rewarded by her rising passion. His mouth subtly joined his fingers in pleasuring her. Her hips ground her pussy against his hand and she said, "You're too good. If I ignored your cock it was because you made it too easy for me to selfishly lie back and enjoy. I hate to say it but take your hand and mouth away. You can either fuck me or let me give you a blow job." "Ah...music to a man's ears. How does one make the choice between such delightful alternatives?" "You're the big shot CEO. Isn't making choices what you're good at?" "Yes, that's what I do. Please give me my long overdue blowjob. I'll fuck you later." With that Steve pulled his body up straighter and moved to exchange positions with Candace. Before he settled onto the couch Candace caught him by the belt and said, "Stop. We need to get rid of these clothes." Together they shed his shoes, socks, pants and boxers. Candace knelt next to the couch and gently caressed his cock with her long fingers. As she did she reflected on how she'd ignored his cock. He'd given her many spectacular climaxes and this was the first time she'd actually touched his cock- much less given him a blow job. She teased it with her fingertips and then kissed it. In between she apologized again for her selfishness. Candace said, "When we get to Florida I'd like to stop at a pharmacy. There's a special lipstick I'd like to buy. Several of my sorority sisters and I used it in college. We called it 'cocksucker red'. The boys seemed to particularly like watching bright red lips on their cocks. I think you'll like it too." As she spoke Candace was twirling her fingertips around the swollen head of his cock. She ran her long fingernails down his shaft and back up again saying, "There's a matching nail polish. If I have time to do my nails I think you'll like watching my fingers on your cock with deep red nails too. Do you like watching your cock being teased and brought to climax? I'm very sorry about neglecting you. I'm going to make it up to you- cocksucker red lips and nails devoted to your pleasure." Steve's hips tensed and relaxed as her fingers and words teased him. He couldn't help but watch. As he did Candace caught his eye and held it as she lowered her mouth lewdly to his cock. She held her stare as her tongue laved the crown of his cock. He watched as she deliberately deposited extra saliva on his cock and spread it around. She said, "I've always thought blowjobs should be wet and messy. Is that how you like it?" She moved the tip of her tongue around and added more moisture as she stared up into Steve's eyes. Steve gasped and panted, "Wet and messy is just perfect." It had been a long time since a woman had watched his face while she blew him. It was highly erotic to see the woman making the effort to please your cock and made the experience much more intimate. In this case it was the first time Candace had shown her lewd side and it was as if she were a different woman. She was enjoying his cock and how excited he was. Indeed, as his face revealed his arousal she became more aggressive in how her mouth serviced his aching member. She ran her tongue up and down the length of his shaft and gently teased the corona. Her mouth sucked on the head of his cock and her nails lightly scratched his balls. He was tremendously excited by her actions coupled with her holding his stare. It was as if she was in his head- witnessing how his mind was reacting and adjusting her tongue action to drive him crazy. He knew he couldn't last much longer. He was mesmerized by the way she continued to look at him while sucking him off. It was the difference between a woman who truly wanted to give pleasure and one who was merely doing what she thought was expected. Holding his eyes conveyed her desire and made the blow job twice as good. He wanted it to last but could sense that he'd be losing control soon. It occurred to him that closing his eyes might delay his climax but he couldn't bring himself to do it. How could he break their eye contact? She looked so incredibly sexy it was almost impossible to turn away or shut his eyes. As she stared at him he got the sense she could tell what he was thinking and her fingers seemed to tighten on his balls- she was telling him he'd better not blink. That was all it took to push him over the edge and his cock exploded into her mouth. He watched her mouth. Even while stretched around his cock- she had a contented smile. Even as she swallowed the smile remained and Steve smiled back. While they weren't in a romantic relationship they had a deep meaningful connection. As they landed Candace said that she hadn't been kidding about stopping at a pharmacy. Steve said he'd loved the imagery of her lips and fingernails in deep red. He added that it wouldn't be necessary to stop anywhere as he'd scheduled a hair stylist to visit the condo that afternoon. He told Candace to tell Melissa the brand and color nail polish and lipstick she wanted and Melissa would arrange for a nail person to come with the stylist. Candace smiled. It was good to be rich. Candace's Surprise Ch. 04 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. She told 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. She stayed away from Steve and wouldn't take his calls but in a few weeks feared her tits were shrinking. She eventually decided to offer a Faustian deal to Steve to keep her D cups. Her proposal focused on keeping her D sized breasts and her agreeing to keep silent. Steve observed that was too one sided. While not admitting he'd done anything Steve suggested that she should have DD tits and they should have a relationship including regular dates and sex. She agreed and the deal was celebrated with great sex at his office building after another scan at the building's entrance. They jet to Florida at mid-day on Friday for the weekend- joining the mile high club. She's scanned again to access his condo which sits atop a company lab. A little later he surprises her- saying she is already growing to DD size for Friday evening and she'll gradually expand overnight to have G cup tits for Saturday and Sunday. She's shocked but decides to try to enjoy what he's done rather than spend all weekend in her room crying. Late in the day he has her hair and nails done by professionals and custom tailored clothes are delivered to accommodate her weekend changes. She adjusts to her DDs while getting dressed in a cleavage bearing dress for the evening. Under their agreement this size is to be her new permanent body. That's intimidating to her but they both enjoy her Friday evening enhancement as she feels like a high priced call girl at the private club they visit for dinner. She argues that G cups will be obscene on her thin frame but he insists they'll both enjoy her with massive tits. He assures her she'll only be a Double D when they leave Florida. **** Candace slept fitfully Friday night. On several occasions during the night she found herself awake and wondering about her breasts. She was tempted to get out of bed, go into the bathroom with the light on and door closed so she could secretly check out her body in the mirror. Each time she talked herself out of getting up since seeing and feeling up her expanding tits would certainly key her up too much for any chance of sleep. Fondling herself in the dark suggested her breasts were bigger but- especially in her prone position, she had no idea if she was feeling DD, F or G breasts. She still couldn't decide how she felt about what she'd come to think of as Steve's sex toy body- also known as Candy. Was she excited? She was. But she was also afraid. What if the machine failed to change her back or failed to stop when swelling her to the target of G cups? She even worried she'd fall down when trying to walk with so much extra weight on her chest. Finally it was 6 AM and she couldn't wait any more. Candace got up quietly and locked herself in the bathroom. Before doing anything to assess her new body she used the toilet and then brushed her teeth. She steeled herself and moved to stand in front of the mirror. Initially she left the lights off and merely felt herself up through the silk nightgown she'd worn to bed. Her tits were massive- definitely larger than the Ds she'd gotten used to and bigger than the DDs of Friday evening. She was afraid to turn on the light but also very excited. Whether her excitement came from knowing she had huge tits or from her newly sensitized nipples was unclear. She also wondered how she'd be able to judge her size. Without her D cup test bra any judgements were pretty subjective. She turned on the light and stood in front of the mirror with her hands down at her sides. It took 15 seconds for her eyes to adjust to the light. When she could see she was struck by how tightly her nightgown fit. It was stretched across her chest. She couldn't see her tits but two prominent nipple bumps proudly declared themselves. She wondered how huge he'd made her nipples; was that another fetish of the devil? The nightgown had to go. She pulled it up to take it off. It got caught on her breasts- lifting them up slightly but not slipping off over them. She moved her fingers and pulled the bunched material away from her body to create the needed clearance. Her breasts dropped free and bounced. Lifting the silk further she felt strong arousal as the tail end of nightgown lightly brushed against her left nipple. Her arousal was so sudden and unexpected that she had to pause for a second. She hadn't even seen her breasts but already her nipples had made her damp between her legs. She wondered if her mind was keyed up sexually or if her nipples' sensitivity was so great that it would dominate her day. Was she going to be horny all day or would she cum once an hour until she passed out. She could sense her nipples were very different. They had to be much larger than before. They seemed to be hard wired to her pussy and ready to give her an orgasm if she pinched or twisted them for a few seconds. She hadn't expected that and had to discipline herself not to touch them. With the nightgown off she looked at the woman in the mirror. Her first impression was tinged with a little shock. Her tits were melon sized. Some might call her a cow- well, men wouldn't say that now but by age forty she'd be one. Tits of this size couldn't stay firm and high on her chest forever; gravity would eventually win. For now any red blooded guy would love her obscenely big tits on her still slim body but she felt she was simply too big- cartoonish by her standards. Her nipples were huge- both fatter and longer. They reminded her of the gum drop candies sometimes placed atop holiday cookies- the one big jelly-like candy sticking way up on a smooth surfaced cookie. Of course, her breasts were much broader than cookies but the gum drop size comparison was frighteningly accurate. She made a quarter turn to check out her profile and to be sure her ass hadn't ballooned. Her chest was definitely firm and attractive. Her ass seemed a bit big to her but she guessed Steve would think it was perfectly fuckable. Even she had to acknowledge the curve of her rounded ass into her waist was sexy. The term hourglass figure and images of women wearing tight corsets came to mind. Her ass wasn't fat but her small waist made it prominent. After a minute or more of self- examination and critiquing she sighed. Her body was as Steve had said it would be; she was his fuck toy for the weekend and there wasn't anything that would change that. She'd just try to enjoy the sex. She decided she'd better get dressed. First she applied her make-up- using some hints she'd gained from the cosmologist to create a sultrier look. In keeping with her promises to Steve she added cocksucker- red lipstick. She picked up her new G cup bra and positioned it over her breasts. It felt more structured than the DD version of the same style which she guessed was necessary to support melon sized tits. She leaned forward so that her breasts would hang naturally as she positioned each globe in its cup. Her soft breasts swung heavily- a new and somewhat odd feeling. Their sway and the big cups she was gathering them in were dramatic reminders of how big she was. She debated with herself as to whether her big breasts were gross or still sexy. She knew Steve would love them and decided to adopt that view. There was no point in making herself sad all weekend when she could just as easily enjoy her lover's lust. She even decided that she would try to adopt his enthusiasm- she'd be the best call girl she could be and drain his cock dry. For starters she'd tell him he should call her Candy for the rest of their time in Florida. Candace was simply too formal for somebody with a body like hers. Her nipples distracted her as the bra fabric touched them and shot sexual pulses to her crotch. She had to pause for a few seconds before hooking the bra as the sensation in her nipples calmed. She still felt aroused. Her nipples were aching but she thought of the bra as encasing them and fending off other stimuli. She straightened up and took another look in the mirror. With the support of the bra her tits projected even further and she laughed internally at the prospect of not seeing her feet for the rest of the weekend. She could see nipple bumps in the bra but considering the size of her new nubs she was pleased that the bra seemed to cover them pretty well. She put on the silk blouse that had been purchased for her and buttoned it. It fit perfectly which meant it had been custom tailored. It wasn't too big in the shoulders and yet the chest area was sized perfectly for her massive breasts. Under the chest the fabric was tailored to narrow for her slim waist. No off the rack blouse would be designed for a figure like hers. Once again, the benefits of being rich were obvious. She added the pencil skirt that had been bought. Again, it fit perfectly even though her waist was slimmer and her hips broader than 99% of the women that might buy the skirt in question. She put on her flat shoes since they'd be taking a walk. Having dressed she made her entrance into the kitchen where Steve was waiting. Steve looked at her for a few seconds and said, "Spectacular." After staring at her for a little longer he continued, "You're gorgeous. Thank you again for getting dressed. I'm already excited at the prospect of being with you clothed and then undressing you. Let's go to breakfast so we can come back soon and go to bed." As they left the condo Candace told him her huge tits made her 'Candy' rather than Candace and that he should use that name- but only for her time as a bimbo. She demanded due respect if she was only a DD or less. Steve smiled broadly and said he loved her attitude. He added that he'd come to think of her as Candace and would use that name but as the day and evening evolved he loved her willingness to be called "Candy'; he might take her up on it. They walked on a concrete sidewalk that followed the water's edge. The sun was out and the temperature pleasant. Candace was sure she looked like a hooker that had spent the night and was being walked to a taxi by her john. Physically she was surprised by how much her tits jiggled and swayed. They were quite heavy and seemed to sway with each step she took. She couldn't tell if the sway was obvious to others but it made her even more self -conscious. Steve had been right about there being few people out. They made it to the restaurant with only two men crossing their path. Candace could feel the men's eyes on her from a distance and as they passed. There was no question about which of her body parts held their interest but they were polite and merely smiled as everyone grunted a 'Good morning'. Candace was embarrassed but felt relieved at getting past her first public encounter. Breakfast was relatively uneventful as they had a table set off from the few other diners. Candace felt she should set Steve straight on some basics so he didn't suggest blowing up her tits regularly. She said, "I'm sure you like having a date with huge tits as a novelty but you should understand that my current size is really too big." He looked at her quizzically and said, "I know you think they're too big but you really do look outrageously sexy. They're not too big from where I'm sitting." "I'm not talking about appearance- although I think they're too big to be sexy- I'm feeling a bit like a cow. They bounce and sway when I walk. They're heavy; it's like I'm carrying an extra weight on my chest. As I sit here I can't see most of the plate on which my breakfast is sitting unless I bend over. In all seriousness, you've gone too far with the G cup. Last night's DD was more than big enough." "Well, you did look and feel great last night. You might be right that DD is your perfect size and beyond that is too big. Of course, that doesn't mean that I'm not going to enjoy every ounce of your amazing breasts today and tomorrow." Candace added, "Also, in speaking of going too far I think the nipple size and sensitivity should be dialed back. My nipples look like I'm nursing a child that's three or four years old. The sensitivity is...well, I had trouble getting dressed this morning. I was really close to orgasming. On the walk over here my nipples ached as my breasts bounced. They're just too sensitive." "I understand. As I told you the G cup breasts are just for a fun weekend away from home. I'm still looking forward to having a lot of fun. Especially with your nipples so eager I'm sure you'll enjoy the weekend too. Reserve judgment on the breast size. Maybe you'll get used to the little inconveniences. As to the nipple sensitivity I was planning on that being permanent with your DDs. Again, use the weekend to try things out. I think you'll enjoy having ten or more orgasms a day." She stared at him and said, "Ten? Are you joking or are you really the devil? I can't function at work if I'm having orgasms all of the time." "Again, give it the weekend. I have some adjustments to make, too. I'm assuming my cock will not be able to keep up with you this weekend so I'm experimenting with Cialis." "Oh, you poor dear. Did someone stick the Cialis down your throat to make your cock hard without telling you? That would be horrible wouldn't it?" "All right. I understand your point. Let's walk back so we can enjoy our respective sacrifices. Don't be too critical of me about the Cialis. I got the pills because I expected you to want a lot of sex and I didn't want to be unable to satisfy you." "You're a Prince. The Prince of Darkness is the formal title in religious works, I think." After breakfast they walked briskly back to the condo. Candace shared with Steve that with walking fast her breasts felt like they were never going to stop bouncing. He offered to slow their pace a little but she said it was okay- they were almost home. Once inside the condo Steve embraced her and confirmed she was fine with his undressing her. He unbuttoned her shirt, pushed the sides back and buried his face in the flesh that mounded slightly above her bra. His hands caressed her through her bra and he told her how awesome she felt. She stood still feeling like meat in a lion's cage as he ran his hands all over her upper body. His mood seemed to vacillate between worship and pure lust. "You like Candy's body, don't you. I guess Candace's mere DD size was boring. But that's all you're getting after tomorrow so enjoy Candy while you can." "I am and I will for every minute I can. I was thinking we could have Candy visit from time to time. There's no reason she has to disappear forever." Candace pushed him away. She got him to look at her face and said, "Stop right there. Candy is here for today and Sunday only. That's the deal. If you're not on board with that Candy may hide in the bathroom until we're ready to fly home." "Of course, of course. I understand. I just thought..." Candace raised her hand with the 'stop' gesture and said, "Stop thinking about fantasies; Candy is here now and willing to drain your cock as often as it can get hard but then DD is all you get. And, I don't appreciate any suggestion that you're 'only' getting Candace with DDs. I personally think she's pretty spectacular. Candy is the outlier." Steve nodded his agreement and apologized. He kissed her passionately and agreed that Candace's Friday night body was perfect without Saturday's extra enhancement. He tried more kisses and hugs to restore the sexy mood that he'd trashed and soon her body language seemed to suggest a renewed willingness to get naked with him. Sensing her arousal Steve gently removed Candace's shirt and then returned to cupping her bra-covered breasts. In a few seconds he reached behind her to unclasp her bra. This pressed their bodies together. They could both feel the sexual tension as he unhooked the final covering of the big soft objects of his obsession. He pulled the bra off and discarded it as he pulled back from their chest to chest contact. Steve took a step back so he could see her body better. Candace pushed her chest out lewdly. Steve's mouth seemed to freeze as he took in the sight of her massive breasts for the first time. Finally, after clearing his throat he said- almost reverentially- "Magnificent. They're even more beautiful and sexy than I imagined. Your nipples are spectacular too. Wow." Candace didn't think she needed to do or say anything. She tried to keep her chest pushed out while moving one leg back in a sexy pose from her pageant days. Of course, the line of her body in those days was sleek and most viewers would have focused on her athletic body and legs. What she offered now was sexy curves dramatically highlighted by an obscenely big bust. Steve took in her display and said, "Fantastic." Candace couldn't help but tease a bit. She twisted her shoulders left and right making her breasts wobble back and forth. She repeated the action saying, "You can imagine how strange this feels when I'm walking. Going up stairs makes my tits bounce up and down. I keep thinking they're going to slap my face." When her breasts stopping swaying she brought her hands up under her breasts and lifted them slightly in an offering gesture to his hungry stare. "They're quite heavy but still incredibly soft. I can't imagine walking around with these beyond the weekend but I do enjoy touching them. It's amazing how soft and sexy they feel. The nipples are also obscenely big and ridiculously sensitive. Why don't you watch as I give myself an orgasm? I'll just play a little with these big nipples you've given me." She brought the fingertips of her forefingers to her nipples and trailed her deep red nails around each areola without touching the sensitive nubs. Her breathing deepened and she panted, "I haven't even touched them yet and already my pussy is seeping. I disciplined myself this morning not to touch my nipples since I thought you'd like watching. Was I right? Do you like seeing my fingernails about to squeeze these big nipples you've put on my big tits. They're hard wired to my pussy. I'm sure I'll cum in just a few seconds when I touch them. I don't know yet whether I'll gently tease them or squeeze them hard. Either way I'm sure you'll enjoy watching. You are enjoying this aren't you? With a huge smile Steve replied "Oh yes, I'm enjoying. You've made my cock throb." With halting breath Candace whispered, "Good. I would've been insulted if it wasn't throbbing. Here we go- watch my fingers." The thumb and forefinger of each hand slowly embraced each nipple and gently squeezed and rubbed against the erect flesh. Candace gasped with excitement. "My pussy just spasmed and clamped tight. I guess it's searching for your cock. Tighter squeezing will bring me off right away; I'll just try to prolong things by being gentle." Saying that she released her pinch and with just her forefinger extended traced around each nipple. Candace's Surprise As a reporter Candace couldn't flaunt her new chest but it was also too large to hide. Most of her old form fitting dresses didn't fit at all; she'd bought them off the rack in brands and styles that she knew were for flat chested women. She now had to buy styles that had darts in the bust area to accommodate the womanly tits she now had. The result was form fitting dresses that followed the new curves of her chest. She loved those curves. While she wasn't flaunting she felt the contrast in her look might suggest that she'd gotten implants. Since her co-workers saw her every day she assumed they'd know she hadn't taken time off and then reappeared with a big chest. Two other women in the studio had done that during the past year and it was the office gossip for at least a week each time. Candace wasn't thrilled that TV viewers would think she'd had surgery but there wasn't anything she could do about that. Her body was hotter than it had ever been so she really couldn't complain. In fact, Candace found herself in the boss' office being told that she was to fill in as co-anchor the following week when one of the anchors was away. If she did well she'd be their routine sub whenever one of the anchors was off. She was sure her tits were at least partially responsible. She spent the weekend practicing before a mirror and selecting her most attractive outfits for the five day stint. Candace's first evening broadcast had gone well. She hadn't blown any stories and her co-anchor had been warm and helpful. Her nerves were much calmer for the second night. That had included some technical problems with the sound on a live remote interview which required the co-anchors to ad lib a filler story but it had been okay. It was after the second evening that her phone delivered a surprise call from Mr. Fish. After a few awkward seconds Candace realized he was complimenting her on her TV performance and asking her out to dinner. She was shocked when he apologetically noted that because of his position with his company and his widely discussed wealth he always asked prospective dates to sign a confidentially agreement before their first date which carried over for any subsequent dates. He emailed the agreement to her for review and she noted it contained mutual representations about being disease free along with the privacy statements. In a subsequent phone call Candace joked about his smooth romantic approach to dating but said she understood and would send him a pdf of the signed agreement. They agreed on dinner for Saturday evening and agreed on the time he'd pick her up. Mr. Fish- now Steve, was the perfect gentleman. They had a private booth at a high end restaurant that was obviously familiar with Mr. Fish. The staff all addressed him by name and fell all over themselves to deliver great service. The dinner was excellent. Steve was an interesting man and a good conversationalist. Their date went well and he invited Candace to a charity cocktail party that was set for two weeks later with a private dinner to follow the public event. She accepted. Over the ensuing week Candace searched for the perfect cocktail dress and fantasized about her upcoming evening. She'd reviewed the newspaper coverage of the past charitable events Steve had attended. Based on that Candace anticipated it would be a glamorous crowd. Her Google search of the same event held last year confirmed the guest list included the wealthiest and most powerful people in the city. The event called for the perfect dress. With her new body that dress would logically have a low neckline. It was going to be the first time she would show cleavage in public. That might not be a big thing to most women but it was to her. She'd never had anything to show and had only occasionally been at an event that called for dressing up in cocktail outfits. On seeing her that evening Steve complimented her on how she looked. His eyes definitely zeroed in on her cleavage but he was suave about it. Candace felt great and thought they made a strikingly beautiful couple. Some news photographers seemed to agree as they received more than their share of the photographers' attention. Candace was thankful that Steve kept her close and warmly introduced her to the many people who greeted him. In the few moments they had to themselves Steve complimented Candace again on how beautiful she looked and she basked in his words. After about an hour at the event Steve whispered to her that they could slip out. He explained that making an appearance at these events was somewhat of a business requirement for him but he never stayed for the full event. His driver was waiting when they exited the hotel and the car sped them off to dinner at a posh country club. Steve was again the perfect companion as he held doors open for her, assisted with checking her coat and demonstrated perfect table manners. She enjoyed getting to know a little more about his personal likes and dislikes, travel experiences and the like. She was taken aback when without warning Steve said, "Please excuse me if I sound rude but are you enjoying your new body?" Candace thought she might have misunderstood and said, "What? What did you say?" Steve said, "I'm sorry if it's a rude question. Your chest is obviously larger than when I first met you two months ago and your overall body seems perfectly shaped. You must spend a lot of time at the gym. Recently, I've noticed your body has looked different on TV. This evening I'm sure you've caught me ogling your breasts. I felt I should mention the change since I assume it's an important thing in your life. It seemed that I should acknowledge the change but I didn't know what to say. I guess I said something inappropriate." Candace replied, "No. I guess the subject was bound to come up. My body has changed a lot in the past two months. Do you know this was the first time I've ever worn a dress that showed off cleavage? I've been embarrassed but also a little excited all evening." "Well," said Steve, "Clearly your debut was a great success. All of the straight men at the party enjoyed your cleavage- of course, none more than me since I held the secret hope that I might get to enjoy the area more intimately." "Perhaps," replied Candace trying to restrain the huge smile that threatened to reveal her own secret lust. Candace didn't know how to react to his raising the subject of her new tits. Did his comment call for an explanation of her mysterious growth? She realized that he'd been bold enough to say what every man who'd known her – or seen her on TV- was thinking. She just hadn't prepared herself to discuss the subject. Was he so naïve about breasts that he thought they could come from extra work outs at the gym? She doubted that. Implants had to be his assumption but he was afraid to say so. Candace didn't expect to have a serious relationship with Steve. He'd made that clear from the start. As a result there was probably no reason to give him her whole story. If he felt her up later he'd know her breasts were natural. That would be all he needed to know and probably all he'd care about. Deciding to ignore his comment about her body Candace said, "I've never socialized with people of the wealth I saw this evening," said Candace. "I haven't seen so many diamonds since I last walked through Tiffany's. The women's dresses were all pretty spectacular as well." "Yes, charity brings out the most garish displays of diamond baubles, doesn't it? If the diamonds you saw tonight were sold you could feed a poor village in Africa for a year or more." "Oh, I guess I hit a nerve. I didn't mean to kill the mood. I had a great time at the event. Oh, I guess I shouldn't use the past tense, I'm still having a great time. If it helps restore the mood I'll change my earlier 'perhaps' about your being intimate with my breasts to a 'highly likely'. Steve smiled and replied, "That's definitely a mood lifter. I should confess I'm rather obsessive about breasts. In fact, yours look so delicious I'd suggest we skip dessert and return to my apartment so that I can feast on your intimate areas. Are you okay with that?" Candace nodded and then joked, "Do I need to get you to sign a confidentiality agreement before you uncover my secrets?" Steve apologized for his pre- date formality but defensively added, "As you can understand I'm a prime target for women looking to make a dollar by selling a tell-all story to the tabloids." He held up his right hand in a Boy Scout salute saying, "For myself, I'm not one to kiss and tell." The couple left the dining room and Steve's car and driver arrived at the Club's front door as they walked out. Candace marveled at how the rich lived; there was no walking to a far off parking space and not even waiting for your turn to ask the valet to retrieve your car. The car delivered them to a prestigious residential address in the heart of the city. Steve guided her to a private elevator and opened its door with a scan of his thumb. The elevator delivered them directly to the foyer to his penthouse. As she crossed the foyer into the great room she was immediately struck by the sparkling lights of the city that were visible through the floor to ceiling windows. Once again she felt like a nervous school girl at her first formal dance. Her background was middle class and didn't include wearing cocktail dresses, dating billionaires or penthouse apartments. The evening was like a fantasy date. Steve embraced her and kissed her gently. She didn't resist and the kiss became more passionate as she returned the kiss. Steve's hands roamed over her back as they kissed. In between kisses he whispered how great she'd looked at the cocktail party and how her chest had both surprised and excited him. After several minutes of kissing Steve said, "Earlier you suggested I might be permitted to more fully enjoy your breasts. Can we go into my bedroom now?" Candace smiled and nodded. Steve led her down a short hall and into his large master bedroom. He kissed her again and expertly located the tab to the zipper that held her dress in place. Within seconds the dress was loosened and slid down her body to reveal her strapless bra displaying the luscious mounds of her breasts. Steve was pleased to note that she wore a garter belt rather than pantyhose. He embraced her again and ran his hands up and down her torso as he kissed her. His hands soon dropped a little lower to caress her ass which was nicely presented in some tight silky panties and the garter belt. His arousal was obvious and Candace rubbed her body against his hardness. Breaking the kiss Steve moved his mouth lower and kissed her neck and upper chest as his hands enjoyed fondling her ass and exploring her hips and ass. Candace loved his attention and felt sexy – being well aware that her body had never been as sensuous as it was right then. Her womanly curves were being enjoyed by a handsome man for the first time and it seemed like one of the most significant moments in her life. Men had made love to her before but for the first time she felt sexy enough to deserve every aroused pant and touch from her lover. She knew just about any man would love to be in Steve's shoes and she loved it. Steve's fingers trailed up her body and traced the edge of her bra. In a soft voice he asked, "May I?" She pushed her breasts forward and replied, "Please do. I'd be rather insulted if you didn't." His hand reached behind her and made quick work of her bra clasp. Since it was a strapless style the bra fell away instantly. Candace blushed but unconsciously pulled her arms back a little to emphasize her tits. Steve stared at them for a few seconds and whispered lustfully, "They're beautiful." His hands came up under her tits and he gently fondled each one. Candace beamed- knowing that he now knew her tits were wonderfully soft and natural. He'd probably expected to feel implants. She laughed to herself that she didn't actually know how surgically enhanced breasts felt but she'd heard somewhere that they felt hard. She wondered where she would have heard that and whether it was true. It seemed logical but in any case Steve had to know the difference. She'd seen the newspaper and internet photos of him with numerous dates showing great cleavage. Some of those breasts were almost certainly enhanced. None of that mattered except that at this moment his cock was probably throbbing just a little bit more at her soft natural feel. She loved the thought of his cock being hard because of her tits. Using his left hand as a guide Steve brought her right breast to his mouth. His lips made a preliminary pass over her areola and nipple- just brushing the flesh causing her to shiver with excitement. Her nipples were fully erect and anxious for attention. His tongue then explored her stiff flesh with Candace tensing and gasping as a result. She looked down and took in the scene of her large breast being held captive while Steve's tongue teased her big nipple. It was another landmark moment for her- one she'd remember for life. Steve's right hand had dropped to her hips and ass- holding her body close as his left hand fondled her breast. His tongue continued to assault her nipple as his mouth enveloped the area and he sucked on her for the first time. Her arousal doubled and she had trouble standing. This prompted Steve to back off slightly. He said, "I love your tits. They're fantastic." He repositioned his hands and helped her step back toward the bed. He gestured for her to fold back the coverlet as he quickly stripped off most of his clothes. Using gestures and some gentle hand pressure he guided her to a prone position on the bed as he removed the rest of his clothes. Candace enjoyed her first view of his naked body which was just as fit and sexy as she'd envisioned. On a 10 scale it was about an 8 or 9. His erect cock was sticking straight out. It seemed about average but that was fine with her. She was well aware that he was also taking in her body. She stretched out a little and caressed her breasts lewdly to tease him. She could see him enjoying her gesture and almost laughed as his cock seemed to twitch in response. Steve moved to the bed and moved his body against hers while kissing her passionately. Leaning on one forearm left only one hand free. That hand was soon caressing Candace's body from her knees to her shoulders. He paid particular attention to her hips and ass which were still accented by her panties and garter belt. Her breasts were also a prime target for his hand. Their soft moans and her sensuous hip movements left no doubt as to their mutual pleasure. Breaking off his kiss momentarily Steve said, "Your body feels fantastic. You're much more sensuous than the TV reporter that visited me a few months back." Candace blushed; she knew he was right but it wasn't something she wanted to discuss. She replied, "I love feeling you up against me. You kiss very well, too- better than I expected from the tight lipped CEO I tried to interview." Without replying Steve moved down on the bed by about a foot and attacked her breast with his mouth. Candace squirmed and gasped with excitement. His hand added to her arousal as it snaked its way between her legs to caress her Venus Mound and then her pussy. After 15 seconds his fingers insinuated their way inside her panties and made contact with her wet lips for the first time. He didn't penetrate her except with his fingertips. The length of his fingers flanked her clit and pressed against it. Candace ground herself against his fingers and panted with shallow breaths. Within a matter of seconds Candace was at the point of no return. She could feel herself losing control as Steve's teeth bit lightly on her painfully erect nipple. Her world was centered on that nipple as sexual impulses ran through her. Her breathing was labored and she struggled to control her mouth that wanted to scream. Her body first froze and then went into spasm as a huge orgasm washed through her. She wanted his mouth on her but also found the contact too much. She was helpless and loved every second of being so. She couldn't remember ever having such a powerful climax and laughed to herself at the idea that perhaps big tits produced bigger orgasms than little ones. Ever the gentleman Steve paused in his ravishing of her while her body calmed. As she recovered Candace brought her hand down to caress Steve's cock and said, "Please put this where it belongs. Your STD agreement didn't cover birth control but I'm on the pill so that's taken care of; if you prefer using a condom I won't be offended." "I would never prefer using a condom," he replied as his fingers went to the waist of her panties. In short order they were sliding down her legs and then tossed out of the way. Steve spread her legs apart and positioned his body between them. To her surprise he didn't impale her. He slid further down the bed and brought his mouth to the area of her upper thighs rather than his cock. His mouth explored the area and slowly moved upward and inward to her swollen pussy lips. She grasped handfuls of the sheets with arousal as his mouth pleasured her. His tongue ran along her lips to her great pleasure and her hips rose to seek greater contact. He drove his tongue deeper into her since she seemed to want that. Her level of excitement rose which he took as an invitation for more. He used two fingers to spread her lips and bury his mouth deeper in her wetness. They both enjoyed this intimacy with Candace's arousal climbing toward another orgasm. Without conscious thought her hands clasped onto his head- holding him against her as his lips and tongue moved about vigorously. She loved everything he was doing and he could tell from her staccato gasps and how her hips writhed. His mouth moved forward on her slit toward her clitoris while he paired his index and middle fingers to probe into her pussy. When his tongue reached the side of her clit he plunged his fingers into her. Her hips rose off the bed by several inches and her hands held onto his head even more firmly. A short cry escaped her mouth as the sensations in her clit overwhelmed her nervous system and muscles. Her body tensed and then went straight as a board before all of her muscles turned to mush. In the meantime her nerves seemed to short out with the overwhelming pleasure of her climax. Initially she couldn't think but as the orgasm resolved Candace marveled that her very recent 'best orgasm ever' had just be surpassed. Either Steve was a god-like lover or girls with tits did have better orgasms. As Candace's nerves and muscles returned to normal she said, "Wow. You're the most generous lover I've ever had. It's been great but you've made me feel very guilty. Please take your pleasure now." Without any verbal response Steve moved up and guided his hard cock into her well lubed canal. Candace moaned and bent her knees a little to give him a more welcoming target. He sank in further and they each moaned with pleasure. Steve withdrew slowly and then thrust forward slowly but powerfully. Candace enjoyed every inch of him and adjusted her hips again to accommodate him better. Her hands went to his hips gently as if she was guiding his motions but it was merely a way to confirm her desire. She said, "That's it. Go deep. You can plow me as fast or slow as you want but go deep like you're doing. Your cock feels great." Steve loved hearing her and lifted her knees to her shoulders which allowed him to go much deeper. Candace shouted, "Yes, Deep like that is what we both need." Several deep powerful thrusts followed with Candace grunting her approval at the bottom of each stroke. . "Hold your new tits for me," demanded Steve. Hold them and offer them to me- move your knees wider! Don't cover the nipples with your fingers! Let me see those big delicious nipples." Candace's Surprise Candace did exactly as he asked. His words were cruder than she would have expected from his well- mannered CEO mouth but they were exciting. Her tits wanted his attention and had brought her pleasure all evening. She wasn't about to deprive her lover of the view he wanted. He stared at her tits lustfully as he fucked her hard and deep saying, "You've got a killer body. I love your tits." It didn't take long for Steve to explode in her. As he did he held himself buried to his balls in her. He saw she was starting to relax her hands which prompted him to demand, "No. Keep your hands there. Offer those tits to me until I'm totally spent. I deserve that." Again, Candace was surprised at his words but did as demanded. She couldn't help but say, "You really are obsessed with tits, aren't you? I'm glad you like mine." "They're great," he said. Gradually Steve relaxed and withdrew. As he did he said it was okay for her to release her tits. He could see she'd been hesitant to move since he'd snapped at her the first time. Sensing that he might have been too sharp with her earlier Steve apologized and said he'd been looking forward to studying and enjoying her tits all night and was just a bit too charged up from their soft, sexy feel. She assured him that she'd enjoyed every bit of his attention to her tits and loved that he'd lost control of his staid CEO speech pattern. Candace was a little surprised when she realized Steve was soon out of the bed and starting to dress in preparation for taking her home. On second thought she realized that staying the night might be more of a romantic concept than she had any right to expect with Steve; their relationship was to be casual and not deeply romantic. She got dressed too. She was grateful that Steve didn't send her home with his driver. He was gentlemanly and escorted her all the way to her apartment building's lobby. Their evening ended quickly with a polite kiss and "I'll call you." She'd had a great time and had no regrets. She didn't need a serious relationship any more than he did. Over the next three weeks Candace re-visited here OB-GYN again since her breasts had continued to grow. She'd had to get 34D bras; in fact, in some brands she was a DD. Some of her more fitted clothes were unwearable due to the size of her chest. She shied away from other tight skirts that used to fit since her ass looked obscene in some of the clingy fabrics. The doctor examined her and reviewed her test results but could find nothing abnormal or worrisome. Candace was torn between loving her large tits and being concerned about whether they'd ever stop expanding. She could carry the D cups and be on TV; anything bigger and she'd probably look too provocative for the network to use her. Nobody had said that but she could sense these things. She was aware of another network that had taken a woman off the air after she'd gotten large implants. The woman had sued and reached a confidential settlement that had ended the matter with the woman now holding a high level office job. Candace didn't want a hush money settlement or an office job. While no one would talk about it television had an unwritten code of how broadcast journalists had to look. She guessed she was right at the 'no slut look' limit. She wondered if she'd already passed the limit to be an anchor; 'slightly slutty' was probably tolerable for a reporter but not an anchor. Steve called her about two weeks after their date. After some pleasantries he asked her out to dinner the following weekend and she accepted. She was looking forward to seeing him again and smiled at visualizing how he'd be drooling over her tits which he'd probably sense were bigger long before he got her undressed. They dined at his country club again. Candace wore a dress that she'd worn for a work assignment that afternoon so it didn't show any cleavage and didn't accentuate her breasts. Even so she thought Steve spent quite a bit of time staring at her tits across the table. She guessed it was just his love of breasts in action. It was questionable whether he could tell she was bigger. During dinner Steve said, "There's a special place that I'd like to take you to after dinner for sex. Are you game?" Candace gave him a puzzled look but said,"Sure." They went to his company's office building and Steve apologized at requiring Candace to go through the two security scanners. He explained it was company policy and there were no exceptions given to anyone other than an employee with fingerprint clearance. Candace thought it rather ironic that she had to be screened in order to go inside to get naked with the CEO but she accepted his corporate policy explanation. After the double screening they walked to an elevator which required the use of Steve's finger to open the doors and then again to select the floor. They exited on the 10th floor into a carpeted hallway with art work and special lighting. Steve moved to a locked door which again required a scan of his finger to open. He reached into the room and tapped the wall. The lights came on to a subdued level and a wall of draperies on the far side of the room folded back to reveal tall windows overlooking the heart of the city. Moving toward the windows Candace could see the lights and activity of the central business district below them. Dark buildings formed a skyline in the background with special lights highlighting the architectural details of each building. If there had been snow falling it could have been a movie scene or Christmas card. Steve poured some brandy and joined her by the windows near a sofa that was set in front of the windows to take advantage of the view. After handing her a glass Steve put his arm around her and pointed out some landmarks in the skyline. They both sipped their brandy. Steve gestured to the sofa and they sat down close to each other with his left arm around her shoulder. He placed his glass on an end table and moved his free hand to her body. When she turned toward him he kissed her passionately and then said, "Your breasts have grown some more haven't they? They look very good in the dress but I'm sure they're spectacular without it. May I unzip you?" Candace nodded and said, "Could you really tell they're bigger? I had to buy new bras again this week but didn't think their size was that obvious." "The dress made it impossible to be sure but let's just say I thought you were probably still expanding- er...I guess my mind was visualizing you during dinner and in my mind your breasts were even more fantastic than before." Candace found his initial phrase confusing and his revision a little piggish since it sounded like a guy's lame compliment to get into a girl's pants. Steve's fingers on her zipper distracted her from any further linguistic analysis. She could already anticipate his hands on her tits and his mouth playing with her nipples. She had been horny since their last date some 3 weeks ago- playing with her big tits almost every night while imagining Steve lustfully devouring her tits and pussy again. Her nipples had been abused regularly as she relived how he'd bitten them. No guy had ever been so rough with her little tits; it was another example of how big tits had life better than little ones. Since she was seated opening the zipper caused the top of her dress to pool around her waist. Candace gestured for him to back off while she stood, removed the dress and deposited it on the far end of the couch. She struck a sexy pose while standing in front of him- her voluptuous body accented by a black lace bra and bikini panties. The bra was barely enough to contain her tits which bulged invitingly above the black lace. Satisfied that she had given him a visual treat Candace knelt on the couch straddling his thighs which placed her tits right in front of his face. "You like them bigger, don't you?" She reached back and unhooked her bra while watching his eager face. As she pulled off the bra her naked tits bounced and Steve smiled broadly. She could feel his hard cock through his pants. It might have been her imagination but she thought she felt it throb. His hands came up to the underside of her breasts so he could fondle them without obstructing her nipples. "Perfect," he said. "Your breasts may be too big for your body by most people's standards but they're absolute perfection to me. Your nipples have grown too making them look so delicious." His mouth came forward and gently enveloped her left nipple while he gently caressed both breasts. Candace gasped as his touch sent bolts of excitement through her body. Sure that she was getting wet she pulled back, stood and reached for his belt saying, "You need to lose your dignified CEO pants before I leave a big wet spot on them." It took a few seconds but she wrestled his pants and boxers off and then reseated herself with his cock nestling against the crotch of her panties. His hands and mouth came back to enjoy her breasts and she moaned as she pressed her soft flesh against his face. His tongue and lips soon had her excitement climbing toward an orgasm. She squirmed on his lap to position the shaft of his cock where she wanted it just next to her clit and then ground herself against him. At first she pressed too hard causing discomfort to both of them but backed off and resettled herself. She eventually disciplined herself to hold the right pressure. Steve continued to feast on first one nipple and then the other. After a minute or two he said, "I hate to stop but please stand up. I don't want either of us to cum like this. I've been fantasizing all week about fucking you up against the window with my hands grabbing your tits from behind. Indulge me. Please." "Oh my. I guess I could sit on you anywhere. I forgot about your wanting to take me in a special place." She stood up- glancing nervously at the big windows and reached to remove her panties. Before she could complete the task Steve leaned forward and took charge of sliding them down and off. As he did so he said, "You're not ready to be fucked yet." He stood and guided her to walk around to the rear of the couch where his hands gently pushed her to bend over the back of the couch near the end telling her to support her upper body by extending her arms to the arm of the sofa. He then said, "You can look at the view and visualize being up against the glass while I eat you." Remembering the last time he'd pleasured her with his mouth and visualizing herself against the glass was hugely exciting. Some fear about whether the glass could break tamped down her excitement a little but Steve was a great lover and a smart guy. He'd bring her off multiple times and not pound her through the glass to fall 10 stories. Candace felt Steve kneeling behind her and pushing her legs apart. His hands then came up to her ass and she could feel his mouth at her pussy. She jumped as his lips first touched hers but recovered and pushed back to hold her position. She'd never had a lover so anxious to go down on her and he was very good at it. Her mind floated as the strong sensations in her pussy took over her body. Steve's tongue explored her pussy lips and perineum. He loved feeling her squirm with arousal. He loved giving oral pleasure to beautiful women and prided himself at being very good at it. He easily brought Candace to the brink of orgasm and then masterfully held her close to the edge without pushing her over. Candace was incredibly close to a crashing orgasm. She mindlessly chanted, "Yes, right there" and "don't stop' several times. One part of her hated to be so dependent on a man for pleasure and hated to boost his ego by begging for more. The rest of her was simply enjoying some of the most intense sexual feelings she'd ever experienced. She didn't know if he had a particularly long and talented tongue or if he just knew how to please her. He was like a musician playing her pussy perfectly. Her whole body was unbearably tense; she literally couldn't take it anymore and her body leaped into the chasm of climax. She was then frozen in place as she lost all control over her limbs. She felt as if every muscle had turned to jelly. All she could do was bask in the peace of being sated. After allowing her a minute to recover Steve put his hand under her torso and gently guided her to stand. He nudged her toward the window and gestured for her to stop when her feet were about a foot and a half from the glass. She intuitively knew to spread her feet apart and reach outward and upward toward the glass so that she was standing but with her upper body partially supported by the glass. She was well aware of Steve's moving up behind her and felt the lewd act of his using a hand to guide his cock into her. She was extremely wet so he slid in with virtually no effort. She moaned at the sensation of being penetrated and loved feeling his hands on her hips as if they were handles by which he could control their coupling. In a sexy voice she said, "Is this what you wanted? You wanted to skewer me up against the glass like a lab specimen?" He thrust into her forcefully as his hands grasped her hips and said, "Not like a specimen. I want to fuck you as an incredibly sensuous woman. The glass is just a simple black stage against which your body is being displayed. There's no distraction from sheets and pillows like there would be on a bed. You look so sexy up against the contrasting black." He used his hands to lever into her much harder than he had in their prior encounter and she loved it. "Fuck me hard," she said. "Do me like you fantasized." Steve's hands held her hips and he thrust into her repeatedly. After a while first one and then both hands moved up to her tits. She was more than a handful- a fact that pleased each of them. His hands overflowed with her soft flesh and he fondled her to better weigh the mass of her sexy breasts. He muttered, "Perfect" two or three times as he mauled her. His thrusts became more forceful as her tits further increased his arousal. Candace had never been fucked so violently. The fact that it was from behind added to the animalistic images that ran through her mind. For the first time she felt like a real woman being taken by a stud of a man. Past dates had either been too wimpy or too afraid to offend the beauty queen to fuck her like this or maybe she just hadn't been that sexy. With her big tits and curvy body she deserved to be taken by a man who couldn't control his lust for her and that's what she had in Steve. She could sense Steve was nearing his orgasm and that set off hers. Her pussy clamped down on him and she climaxed violently. He powered into her one last time and held his position at the apex of his stroke as his cum exploded out of him. The stayed still with his cock buried in her for a long moment-being too spent to move. Finally Steve withdrew and Candace straightened up and lowered her arms. They were both exhausted and contented. Steve produced two silk robes from a closet and offered Candace the smaller one. She slipped it on and admired the view without the distractions of being horny and wondering about Steve's next moves. She broke the silence by saying, "Earlier you said my tits were too big. That's true isn't it? I love having big tits but the worst thing is that I don't know why they grew and don't know if the growth will stop." Steve immediately replied, "They're not too big. They're incredibly sexy. I only meant that some people probably prefer the lean athletic look you had before and think tits should be small bumps rather than sensuous globes. As to why they developed- does it really matter? You're happy with your new body, aren't you?" "Yes, I was always jealous of girls with good breasts so I've been very happy with the changes. Actually, my ass has gotten more womanly and with exercise I think I've got a body most women would envy. It's just that if my tits don't stop growing they'll definitely be too big. I want to be a TV journalist- not a porn star. The network won't put me on the air if I look like Candy the slut." Steve smiled and said, "I've wanted to call you Candy from the beginning but you came on as the super serious reporter; intuitively I knew you didn't want to be called that. As to the growth stopping, I'm sure it will. You just need to remain positive and you'll see." "Well, I hope you're right. There's nothing I can do about it anyway." Smiling, she gave an exaggerated sexy pose and added, "Of course, they say strippers make good money." "Don't worry about it. I have the feeling your growth spurt is done. I'm sure of it." The couple finished their brandy and enjoyed the view. After a while Candace suggested they call it a night and Steve agreed. They each got dressed and Steve excused himself for a moment to call the security office and his driver. They returned to the first floor and Candace found herself again standing in the first of the two scanners. Steve apologized and assured her that the red glow she'd see during the scan was nothing to fear; it simply reflected a new security program. After going through what Candace thought of as the 'super' scanner they walked to the inner lobby and she went through the regular one. As always the car and driver awaited them as they stepped out of the building. During the drive back to her apartment Candace started thinking about the multiple scans she'd gone through when she'd visited Vee-Imaging. She thought it was silly but couldn't help but ask, "The scanners at your building couldn't be responsible for my breasts getting bigger, could they?" Steve said, "Candace, I'm sorry but you know I can't answer that." Candace sat stunned as her journalist's mind fought with her romantic one. Could the man she had just fucked have altered her body without her knowledge and then refuse to admit it? He was a secretive scientist; if he thought she would like the results could he rationalize that it was okay to do this to her? She couldn't help but wonder- could tonight's red glow in the scanning machine mean it was switching off her enhancement? Is that why he could assure her the growth would stop? Candace asked again, "Steve, can't you just say the scanners are like the ones at the airport and obviously don't cause breasts to grow?" Steve replied, "I can't discuss any aspect of the company in any way. You should just relax and enjoy your body. You like your breasts; I love them. Your doctor says you're healthy. What difference does it make why they grew?" She was speechless as she'd expected an absolute denial- whether true or not. Should she take that as an admission? She decided to drop the subject since she wouldn't get a straight answer from him. He could never admit doing such a thing; the public relations and legal consequences would be huge. While she'd enjoyed the evening she now couldn't wait for it to be over and to get away from him. She needed time and privacy to think. Steve walked her into her lobby, kissed her good night and left. She found herself shaking with fear and anger in the elevator ride to her apartment- feeling as if she'd been violated. As she neared her door her thoughts changed. She realized there no evidence that anyone had done anything to her which made her feel guilty for being so angry at Steve. All in all she was hopelessly confused. Had she been dating a heartless criminal or was he totally innocent? The idea that her body had been intentionally altered without her knowing was beyond science fiction. It seemed obvious that a woman's body couldn't be altered by a few scans. Women that traveled on business all the time didn't all look like Dolly Parton. She was sure she hadn't been altered but then again, who knew what Steve's mad scientists could do? Candace double locked her front door and paused- leaning against the inside of the door. She felt a little safer in the security of her apartment. She stripped off her clothes and donned her most comfortable pajamas. She poured a large glass of good scotch and curled up in the upholstered arm chair in her bedroom. Candace's Surprise After a few minutes of analyzing the facts she drew some conclusions. She could never date Steve unless some innocent explanation for her breasts was proven to her. Since nothing medical had been discovered yet this proof wasn't likely to materialize. Her tits were now 34D; only time would reveal their future size. If they magically stopped growing the odds would be higher that Steve's scans had been what reshaped her. More specifically, it would be logical to guess he'd turned on her growth when she first visited Vee-Imaging and turned it off that night when he confirmed she didn't want to be bigger. Perhaps he wanted his date to have bigger tits or perhaps she was just an animal experiment. Either way he was a criminal. He was such a pig he would probably would have kept her tits growing until they practically burst. Or not. It was all speculation. The journalist in her thought of what a great news story it would be- a career maker. Unfortunately, since she'd be the story she couldn't be the reporter. Well, without facts there wasn't any story. There were only two facts. Her tits. As Steve had said, they were perfect- just 'too big enough'. If she kept growing she'd probably lose her job but maybe that would clear Steve of her suspicions. Probably not. His scanning machines were the best guess she had as to a cause for her growth. She'd try to research whether there was any scientific journal articles or other information suggesting that scans could alter bodies. She knew she wouldn't find anything. Even if body changing machines existed they'd be top secret. As she drank her scotch and thought through these various alternatives Candace became aware that she had been fondling her breasts and playing with her left nipple. She froze for a second or two but then resumed what she'd been doing. It felt good. She had a great rack. She couldn't date Steve but he certainly wasn't the only guy in town. She had a killer body; the cause wasn't all that important.