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It turned out to be far simpler than I had expected.
"Are they a better fit, Peter?"
She already knew I was in panties from her weekly examination of the
ruins of what were originally my reasonably well-filled sack.
My Blush Index went up slightly, but only slightly, this time.
"Yes, Claire, they are. They are very different from my Y-fronts but I
can't say they are at all uncomfortable under the circumstances."
She smiled.
"Well, they are made for the shape you have at the moment, so I'm not
surprised!"
My Blush Index increased slightly, but I did sort of understand what she
was saying.
"I'll tell you again, Peter. You are, it seems, going to have to put up
with a whole new body image whether you like it or not. It's not what I
would wish for you for one moment but we neither of us have any choice in
the matter. If we find a way of stopping it, well and good but so far,
nothing we have looked at seems to have the slightest effect on your
Factor 29 levels which are still climbing at the same old rate. I can
only assume from this that your rate of change is going to continue
accelerating although what will happen next we just don't know."
"Yes, I do realise that. I hate it and I don't want it but I do know that
it's almost certainly going to happen."
"Did you look at any catalogues?"
"Yes, I did. I didn't like what I saw, it was really alien looking from a
male point of view, but I do realise that I may well have to end up
wearing some of it."
"I don't want to hurt you in any way, but what are you going to do about
your wife's clothes? I know they are probably all still packed away
upstairs. I would strongly recommend that you dispose of any underwear
that isn't in unopened packages but you may want to consider using some
of her top clothes in due time, just as you did those panties. If you
would rather not, I can help in giving them to a good cause if you would
like."
"Let me think about it, please."
"It's OK. There's no rush"
It took me a week before I decided that the best course of action in the
shorter term was to get rid of all her used underwear but retain
everything else in case I might be able to use some of it without the
embarrassment of having to buy things - women's things!
.oOo.
It was another month before I had a positive answer to The Question
again! I began to realise that my trousers were beginning to feel a bit
tight although I wasn't putting any weight on. I reported it to Claire,
who didn't seem that surprised, and bought myself a new pair in a larger
size. I was leery of buying more than one pair as I knew I was changing
rather rapidly and I was glad I hadn't when I realised, when trying them
on, that a larger size in men's trousers basically meant a larger waist
and it wasn't my waist that was getting bigger, It was my bum, hips and
thighs that needed the extra room!
"Are there any trousers in the wardrobe?
This was Claire's solution. I looked and found three pairs, one black,
one grey and one in a nice baby pink! I could possibly try the first two
but the third pair? No way!
The black and grey ones didn't seem too bad. They certainly had more room
where I needed it but the differences needed getting used to! They fitted
where they touched, everywhere! They weren't tight, but the feel was
certainly different. There was no fly and no spare material at the front
but then again, I no longer had any need for any, did I? My tiny nubbin
did nothing to disturb the even flow of material. My bum was suddenly
highlighted with the centre seam splitting my crease alarmingly.
And my bum was getting bigger!
Help!
It wasn't long before even these began to feel rather constricting and I
discovered to my horror that short of buying some more, the pink ones
were a size larger and though I hated the idea, if I wanted to wear
trousers, they were the only pair I had. No way was I being seen outside
in them!
Needs must and I was about the house in baby pink trousers, waving an
ever bigger bum and hips around. I was beyond maximum Blush Index when
Claire arrived the next day, but what else could I do?
"I think you've reached a decision point."
She hadn't said a thing when she arrived. No adverse comment, and no
funny looks. She knew what I was having to put up with and she was
obviously intent on not making matters even worse for me, bless her.
"Either we buy you even bigger trousers which are going to show up your
increasingly obvious bum and hips, or you start wearing skirts."
"Not only that, Claire, but I'm beginning to wobble rather a lot."
"You're feeling faint?"
There was a look of panic on her face.
"No, No! I mean all this fat accumulating around my bum and hips isn't
that firm and these panties I'm wearing are not that strong. I think I
need some stronger underwear."
"Have you got a tape measure anywhere?"
I found one and handed it to her. She measured me around my waist, hips
and thighs, told me I was a size 14 and that I really had two options I
could either order from a catalogue or let her choose and buy me whatever
she thought would suit me best.
I knew nothing about 'foundation wear' as she called it so I thought it
best if she bought me what she thought would do and then in future, if I
found it OK, I could order the same thing from the catalogue.
What I got shook me to the core although Claire was at pains to make me
understand that it was what I needed at the present time. Elasticated
panties with legs! It took me ages to get them on until she showed me the
idea of rolling them up. Once on, I felt - gripped! I certainly stopped
wobbling but on the other hand, I seemed to end up with a very shapely
body, something I might have liked if I saw it walking towards me, but
not something I enjoyed seeing in the mirror.
Suddenly I had shapely hips, a very obvious bum and my waist was being
hauled in, whether I wanted it or not. I didn't, but Claire let it be
known that she thought I should wear this contraption, a long legged
pantie-girdle, all day every day.
I tried it under my pink trousers but the sight of my 'figure' was more
than I could accept.
What was I to do? Claire's answer was a skirt. A simple, plain A-line
skirt. Knee length and with tights. Yuck!
I laddered the first pair I tried to put on but managed to get the second
pair on and into a reasonable state of comfort. The result was a very
feminine figure from the waist down. This wasn't what I wanted but I
suppose it was fairly comfortable and it was keeping me warm. The colour
in my face wasn't from warmth however, it was a permanently high Blush
Index.
There was no doubt that the ever increasing levels of Factor 29 in my
body were having an accelerating effect on me. Changes were coming
quicker and quicker. It was only a matter of about a fortnight when I
started to get a tingling and itching in and, far worse, under my
nipples.
Claire extended her daily examination as a result and soon reported that
I had breast buds forming under my nipples.
"Breast buds, Claire?"
"Yes, that's what they are called and there is no point in hiding it from
you, they are the re-cursors of fully formed breasts. Feel around behind
your nipples..."
She had no need to remind me to be gentle. They were becoming quite
sensitive.
"...and you will find a small lump about the size of a broad bean."
So now I was turning into a vegetable! That would have been funny if it
weren't so serious.
I did so and yes, there they were.
"I thought a lump there was really dangerous, Claire?"
"It could be later on, but these are the beginnings of your breasts, I'm
afraid. I don't suppose you are really that surprise, considering
everything else that has happened."
"I suppose not. It's just that I really hadn't given any thought to
exactly how they appeared. I suppose I thought they just sort of expanded
somehow."
"Well, if your development is normal. Er I'm sorry, but you know what I
mean, I'm sure. If you develop as a woman would then they will start to
expand a little to start with and be quite conical in shape to start
with. This is what a teenage girl would normally start with. Then, with
time, your breasts will gradually fill out to what I would describe as
the usual adult shape. There is no way to know what the final size will
be or how firm they might be. That is still in the lap of the gods,
despite all the research that has gone on over the years."
"So I could be big or small?"
"Either. Although to be fair to you, the speed with which you have
changed would suggest that you will know pretty soon. I'm afraid the
final indignity has arrived. You really should start wearing a bra for
two reasons. Firstly to support whatever grows as I can promise you, sag
is not an option. Secondly, your nipples are going to become very
sensitive indeed and the bra cups will help to protect them from rubbing"
The look on my face must have been a picture!
"I know, Peter, but at the moment you don't really have an option. Once,
hopefully, you stabilize we can start thinking about reductions wherever
but for now, I'm afraid you will have to put up with it."
Wordlessly, I passed her the tape measure and stood there while she
measured my chest up for my first bra.
It, or rather they as she had brought me several, was a padded A cup,
plain white cotton with no frills, buttons or bows, thank goodness. She
helped me put it on and then adjusted the straps for a comfortable fit,
as she called it.
Comfortable? No! Apart from the slight compression feeling on my mini-
breasts I had this tight band round my chest which reminded me it was
there with every breath and two straps over my shoulders which were just
tight enough to remind me all the time of their presence.
"Normally, a teenage girl would be wearing what we call a training bra
long before her breasts started to develop so that she was thoroughly
used to the feeling by the time she had something to support. I'm afraid
in your case you'll have to get used to wearing a bra all day every day
because you really have to."
"All day, every day? I've only had this one on for 20 minutes and I'm fed
up with it already."
"Well you will have a few days or weeks to wear it as a trainer before
you don't have an option anyway. If I were you, I'd start getting used to
it right now so that as things develop you'll be a little bit more used
to it. You'll be wearing one now all day until you stabilise, at least.
Oh, and if you get blessed with a large pair, you'll need a sleeping bra
as well!"
A bra twenty-four seven! Combined with my other constant companion, the
pantie-girdle this was becoming a case of imprisonment!
I tolerated the bra. I knew I had no option in the matter really but this
constant constriction round my chest wasn't getting any easier to my
mind.
Claire had said that teenage girls wore a training bra for a long period
before they had any need for real support and I suppose I was hoping that
I might put off the evil day for a fair while. It wasn't to be! Within a
matter of a few weeks, I started to sprout what Claire had described as
teenage titties, little cones of flesh with a sensitive nipple at the
tip. They wobbled very slightly and my (my?) nipples seemed super-
sensitive.
My bra had work to do. Not much support but very necessary protection for
my nipples. The fabric of my vest or shirt was enough to give me a cheap
thrill which just went on and on. I had to wear my bra to give myself
some relief!
My hips, bum and thighs seemed to have settled down a bit. I had wondered
if I was going to continue expanding indefinitely. A nightmare thought
but it seemed as if I was going to end up as a size 16 which Claire told
me was not an outlandish size. Plenty of women were a size 16 and it
wasn't something that would attract people's attention at all.
What was worrying to me was that size 16 seemed to be in all the places
designed to give me the most feminine figure. I was very shapely down
there and my waist didn't seem to want to expand so from my chest down I
appeared to be all woman. At least externally!
If I thought for one moment that I might just end up with a pair of
teenage sized bumps on my chest, however, I was soon to be proven wrong.
I just grew and grew. Claire was quite astonished at the speed at which
my breasts increased in size and volume. In six months I had gone from an
under-filled A cup to a bursting E and there was no sign yet that I was
stopping. I was the un-proud possessor of a pair of very big and bouncy
tits topped off with two large and extremely sensitive nipples.
I had run through the ranks of cup sizes extremely rapidly and was
already straining at a full-cup E. I tried some half-cup bras which
allowed a bit more freedom for my burgeoning bust but the sight of all
that wobbling flesh was really doing my head in. Not only that, but too
rapid a movement and I had developed a nasty habit of popping out of my
cups which was painful as well as not being ladylike.
Now where did that come from? I suppose from the fact that I had been
reduced to wearing skirts and jumpers and even dresses in order to
accommodate my new shape. There was no argument about it, my figure was
now extremely feminine in all respects except that my chest was a little
over-sized (my chest, mark you, not my bust which was humungous!) and my
shoulders a little broad. If I chose the right kind of dress, it looked
quite reasonable.
Men's dress had really ceased to be a viable option.
Oh, God! What am I saying?
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