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All rights for this content belong to Shiraz Derwine. Please leave a review if you liked this story. All reviews are important to me and motivate me to write more. ------------------- The Evening Bubbles Club - Part 2 ------------------- The girls arrived at hour place as the clock stroke eight. I ran to the door to greet them. That's if my top speed on five inches stilettos could count as running. I was looking forward to seeing Kimiko, and I knew that she would appreciate the new dress that I bought and that was showing the little breasts that she put in me weeks earlier. I was still not happy about my particular situation of being a guy with expanders in his chest filled with 100cc of saline solution. I had a whispering voice inside me saying that I should be angry at the girls for implanting those things in me without permission, but it was thanks to my small breasts if Kimiko was opening up to me. As I passed in front of the mirror in the corridor, I double-checked if the contouring on my chest, done by my housemate Angela, was still enhancing my cleavage. I opened the door and invited the group to come inside. Angela joined us seconds later, and we popped open the first bottle of Champagne of the night. We chit-chatted about our clothing, and they complimented me on my taste in dresses. "The shoes are Lisa's choice!" I admitted. "Looks like she is protecting me and my sense of style from her office up above in HR Heaven!" "I am surprised you can walk in them!" Lindsay observed. "Had you ever worn heels before joining our group last month?" "Not really! But they are not that bad for just a few hours! I guess that if I had to wear them all day, things would be different!" I said honestly. "Kimiko, how do you like your girlfriend's new boobs?" Angela joked. Kimiko, who had just joined me on the sofa, blushed without answering. All others had a good laugh, and they changed subject to something else, leaving us two in a bubble of silence. "Angela did something..." I told her. "I know. You look... better!" she said with her eyes glued to my breasts, then she looked up and gave me a kiss on the lips. "Girlfriend..." she added sarcastically with a smile. She rested her head on my right shoulder, and I tried to relax and not to say a word. I was enjoying that moment immensely. After a few minutes, we both stood up. Kimiko went to talk with Brigitte, and I grabbed the second bottle of Champagne to open it. I overheard a conversation. "Can I come and see them, at least? The next week will be sad without a Club night!" Angela was telling Brigitte. "No Club night?" I asked, as the bottle silently popped in my hand. "Kimiko and I will be... busy!" Lindsay said, playing with her red hair. "Going for a trip with your Limo?" I joked. "They are getting some enhancements!" said Lisa. "And I am quite jealous!" "Tell me about it!" said Angela, patting her lower back. "They are going to be at the Clinic for a few days!" Brigitte started explaining. "Kimiko decided to have some buttocks enhancer implanted, while Lindsay will get a set of expanders just like yours!" "Well, filled a bit more than yours!" Lindsay pointed out. "Do you mean that these things aren't always implanted empty?" I asked, pointing at my chest. "A girl has some extra room in her chest, naturally. So we can start with something a bit larger! I think Kimiko was the one that started with the smallest ones, just 200cc! Isn't that right?" Angela said. "Yes, I needed to start small!" she confirmed, blushing as if she was ashamed of it. "But now you are... what? Three-hundred and fifty?" Lindsay asked, clearly eager to undergo the same progression. "Three seventy-five!" Kimiko blushed again. "And now she'll get a nice four-hundred cc of silicone implants in her bum!" Brigitte chimed in. "You should at least make it even and round up the number in your boob! Pun intended!" she suggested to the Asian girl. "Can I get a top-up too?" asked Angela. "Please, just a small one!" "OK, OK! I guess this is going to be another fill-up night!" Brigitte said, rolling her eyes and emptying a bag full of Syringes on the table. "I can't wait until I can join in!" said Lindsay. "What about you, Lisa?" "I already have DDs! Let's talk about this again when your tiny C cups grow to the size of mines!" The brunette replied. Kimiko sat in the armchair and took off her top. Brigitte cleaned the area around her ports using some antibacterial liquid, then she injected half a syringe on each side. I couldn't see the breasts swelling up, but the expression of pleasure on the Asian girl made me understand that she enjoyed the feeling. "That's four-hundred per side, the same size you'll get in your bum very soon! How poetic!" said her boss. "Who's next?" "Me me me!" chimed Angela. She sat on a chair and unzipped her dress, letting it fall past her shoulders. "Can we do fifty per side? Pretty please? So I'll have the same amount as her!" "I thought that Kimiko had a lot more than you!" I said as the saline was being prepared. "She is a thirty-two band, but I am a thirty-four. Once we get the same amount, I'll still look smaller by comparison, and my bras will be one cup size down or so!" Angela explained. "Can we try both at the same time?" "Now, that's kinky!" said Brigitte with a smile. "You do the left one!" she handed one syringe to Kimiko that, in the meantime, had put her top back on. "Let us know if it hurts!" They plugged into the Ports and started filling both boobs at the same time. Angela's face went ecstatic as if she was having the best sex of her life. Lindsay was absent-mindedly fondling her own breasts, clearly looking forward to receiving the same treatment once her implants would be done the week after. The more liquid went in, the more the two of them moaned. I could swear that even Kimiko was enjoying her part in all of that. Once all the saline had been transferred into Angela's hidden pouches, she started massaging her boobs, weighing them, rotating them, playing with her nipples. "I think I'll need new bras this time!" she said, satisfied. "Anyone else?" Brigitte asked. I looked around, wondering who else might be referring to as the only two girls with implants had already been filled. After a few seconds, all eyes were on me. "No... no! No! No!" I said, taking a step back. "What makes you think I want more of that stuff?" "Looks like four-hundred is the lucky number today!" Lisa said, with a smirk on her face. "Not a chance! I am not gonna let you put boobs like those on me! No way!" I made my stance clear. "Not four hundred per side!" said Brigitte. "That would be crazy, and even I wouldn't allow anyone to do it so soon! I think Lisa is talking about the fact that Kimiko started with two-hundred per side, which together makes four-hundred! And four-hundred is what she has now..." "Precisely!" Lisa confirmed. "Two hundred is twice as much as I have now! It would make them massive! No way!" I resisted. "Nobody noticed your boobs so far! And you wear a 36 band! Another hundred would make you... what?" asked Angela. "A full 36A, maybe a small 36B. Nothing that would show more than your bra this morning at work!" Lisa stepped in. "It's too much! It would be too visible! I guess that you can hide that much in your bottom... " I said, making a joke about Lisa's ass that had also been enhanced with 400cc of implants. "... but that's too much on my chest!" "My ass is great! If you think I want to hide it, you too should get one like this! Brigitte, do you have any more beds available?" Lisa said. "Now, that would be nice! Club Night at the clinic!" cheered Lindsay. "Sure thing!" said Brigitte. "That's not what I meant! I just..." As I tried to continue my talk, Kimiko came next to me and, with her finger, brushed away some of the contouring enhancing my cleavage. "You know what she wants!" Angela said, still playing with her breasts. "There's nothing bad about it!" Kimiko took my arm and led me to the armchair. "I am not sure if this is right..." I tried to object, but she gave me a long sweet kiss. Brigitte gave her one of the syringes and, as they did for Angela, they plugged in both at the same time. Slowly they began pushing on the plunger, and I could feel the flow of the liquid through the plastic tubes connected to the implants. When half of the saline had been pushed through, the skin on my chest started tightening. "It's pushing out. Oh, my God! It's pushing!" I said in terror. Brigitte gestured to stop the injection and gently pinched my skin. "Does it hurt?" she asked. "No, it doesn't. It's like I have a brick on my chest, but instead of weighing me down, it's pushing me up! It's so strange!" I tried to describe the experience. "That's so hot!" Angela and Lindsay said at the same time. The injection restarted, slower than before. To my surprise, the feeling became more of fullness than discomfort. I closed my eyes. When the syringes were fully emptied, Brigitte cupped my chest from the bottom and applied some pressure to the side. "It's all going great! The implants have filled in at the bottom and are creating two perfectly symmetrical creases! That's awesome!" she smiled. "Kimiko, take the other two!" "Other two? But that was already one hundred!" I objected. "That was fifty per side!" she explained. "And, so you know, you have just reached your normal upper size." "What does that mean?" I asked her as her assistant was preparing more saline. "Remember when we said that girls can immediately fill the implants because they already have space for them? That's also true for men, just a bit less! When you started feeling the skin pushing back, that was the moment you started building some new room for the implants. Technically speaking, we just barely filled the space that you already had in you." As she finished that sentence, they plugged in the next syringe o both sides. "The real expansion begins now! Brace, because you are in for a wild ride!" Slowly they started injecting more liquid, and my skin started pushing out even more. I could feel every drop stretching my body outwards. "Oh, God! Oh, God! I can feel it!" I looked at Kimiko, whose face was lost in the moment as much as Angela's was. They were getting aroused just by seeing me doing what they wanted to be done to themselves. The injection continued for two long minutes, very very slowly. When I felt that the needles were being pulled from the ports, I looked at Kimiko again, and she took the chance to give me a very long and very wet kiss. "Perfect!" she whispered once again, as a few tears of joy ran from her eyes. She and Brigitte got up to dispose of the empty syringes and left me alone for a moment. I looked down to see what they had done. From my point of view, I could tell that my chest was more swollen. It was as if I was looking down at a bodybuilder's pecs, which is definitely not what I was expecting. My fear was that two spherical things would be sticking out from my body, but I was relieved to see that I was wrong. I stood up to go and have a look at myself in the corridor's mirror. The others barely noticed when I walked out of the living room's door and only caught up with me when I was already on my way. "Tony, wait!" I heard Angela say. When I first looked in the mirror, it took my brain a few seconds to put two-and-two together. My face, made feminine by the tasteful makeup, if not for my smudged lipstick, seemed to peak through a luna park's face- in-hole. Below my neck was a foreign chest with a feminine, shapely, and perky pair of breasts. My joints froze when reality finally hit me, and I registered the fact that the person in the mirror was actually me. "What have I done?" I asked myself, covering my face with my hands. "Tony, are you OK?" Angela asked. "I... I have boobs. I have big round boobs! Why do I have boobs?" I panicked. "Because we gave you a nice fill-up! You look awesome!" I heard Brigitte's voice coming from inside the living room. "These things are massive! You said they wouldn't be too noticeable!" I screamed. "Not with clothes on!" I heard Lisa say. Angela took a cleansing wipe and gently removed the makeup from my chest. My chest looked immediately smaller, and I felt a bit better. She also helped me pulling back up the top of my dress. Without contouring, I looked as I did when I had it on. For the rest of the evening, I mostly sat on the sofa. Occasionally, Kimiko would come to sit next to me and give me a kiss, then she'd go back to the other girls to plan the details for the days they would spend at the clinic the following week. I didn't pay much attention, and still in disbelief for what I allowed them to do to me, I let the night drift away. --------------------- When I woke up on Friday morning, I was still tired. My body felt heavy, and I had very little energy. I managed to get to the shower on auto- pilot, and only once the hot water was already running over my body, I screamed. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" I yelled as my hands reached my chest. I took the shortest shower ever, putting a lot of attention into trying to avoid my newly inflated boobs. I looked in the mirror, and there was no denying that I had a pair of round and feminine breasts. Worse than that, they didn't even look natural. The new crease under the boobs wasn't the fold that you see forming under a pair of mature breasts, but the sudden change from my flat abdomen and the skin covering my implants. I quickly donned a t-shirt and my hoodie, hoping that my clothes would disguise the two mounds, but I was wrong. Not only they showed quite clearly but, for the first time, I felt them bounce and swing with my every step. Angela knocked on my door. "Is everything OK?" she asked from behind it. "No! It's not!" I shouted as I swung the bedroom door open. "Look at these!" I pointed at the two things poking through my top. "They are so cute!" she said, ignoring my desperation. "They are just a tiny bit smaller than mine were before my implants! What do you think of mine?" she pushed out her chest, making her top stretch even more than it already did. "Your boobs are fantastic and well on display!" I said, sincerely. "But how am I going to hide mine?" "Why do you want to hide them?" she asked with such a poker face that I almost believed she wasn't joking. "Because I am a guy, for example? And I feel them moving, it's so weird!" I added. "Do you still have the bra you were wearing to work yesterday?" Angela asked. "That's what bras are for...! Try it on! I need to see something!" Reluctantly, I went to find the bra, and with her help, I managed to put it on. Something was off in the way it fit me. "Uh oh..." she muttered. "It's weird. It doesn't feel as it did yesterday!" I said while I tried to reposition the cups so they wouldn't dig into my skin. "That's because you've outgrown it! Let me see if I can help!" she ran to her bedroom. I heard the noise of several drawers being opened and shut. She came back with a hot pink bra that she handed me. "Try this on. It's a 34C that, with the extenders that I added, should work as a 36B. It's a balconette bra, so the shape is quite different from the blue one you have!" "A bra is a bra!" I mumbled as I took off the blue one. It was bad enough that I had to think about wearing a bra, and I had no interest in knowing the differences between types. Once again, Angela helped me with the hooks, and with the sliders to regulate the shoulder straps. "How does it feel?" she asked. "It feels better, I guess. More comfortable!" I admitted. "That's awesome! Here's the bottom of the set! Congratulations on graduating to a B cup! Tonight we can celebrate with a cake! See you later, I'm late!" she said as she put on her high heeled shoes and got out of the house on her way to work. "Yeeee..." I muttered unenthusiastically as I waved the pink thong she gave me as if it was a flag. I immediately noticed that my breasts didn't move a single bit. "At least this thing is comfy!" I admitted. I put my t-shirt and hoodie back on, wondering what to do with the thin panties. "Whatever... in for a penny!" And I put them on too. Two Thursdays earlier, I came to realize that I kind of liked the feeling of my bare soft skin against my clothes when wearing women's underwear. I gave myself a last look in the mirror, and I could see that the new bra did absolutely nothing to minimize the size of my boobs. On the contrary, the demi-rigid cups were scooping up my breasts, and their shape was clearly visible through my top. I sighed and got on my way to work. My only consolation is that if anyone said anything bad to me, I could always go to Lisa and tell her. I drove to the office with the seatbelt locked between my breasts, which is something I never thought I would experience. I got out of my car making sure that nobody was around, and, walking as fast as I could, I made my way into the building and to my desk. I didn't notice any weird stares or laughs, so I just started working. After one hour spent focusing on some code, Sarah appeared next to me. "Hey, Tony! No coffee today?" she asked. "There are some interesting developments on the A/B testing that we are doing for the sub-brands websites. I can sum them up for you if you come with me for a cuppa!" "I... err... " I tried to think of an excuse to avoid standing up, then I realized that I couldn't possibly glue myself to my chair until the end of the day, and I agreed to go with her. "Sure, let's go!" As I stood up, I tried to slouch a bit to reduce the projection of my breasts. Sarah was quite excited about the new findings, and she moved and gesticulated a lot while explaining them to me. It was very important stuff and, while listening, I quickly forgot to lean forward to avoid putting my new curves on display. After about thirty minutes of conversation, she had to go back to her desk, and she hadn't said a single word about my chest. I thought that I got away with it. "And I think that more people should be like you!" she added before leaving. "What do you mean?" I asked. "More people should wear Swish clothes and be better brand ambassadors!" she explained, still leaving me curious about what she meant. "I have the same bra you are wearing now, the balconette with the small roses on the cup! Last year it was a must-have, but I haven't seen many others wearing it around here! We should have a -Swish day at Swish- when we only wear clothes from this company, even if some other guys may be less open to it than you are! Chat later!" And away she went. I remained glued to the wall I was leaning against. On one side, I couldn't believe that she had said nothing negative about me wearing a bra, but on the other side, I wondered how she managed to see details of the bra under two layers of clothing. "I guess that there's no way to hide these things!" I commented to myself as I returned to my desk. I opened the catalog in my browser, and I compiled an order for that afternoon with a few more bras in size 36B. Some were a copy of the lace ones Lisa gave me the week before, others were balconette bras like the one I was wearing. I tried to choose the plainest styles in the catalog, but I allowed myself a bit of experimentation when I saw a cute pink and black lace satin bra and panties set. "Maybe Kimiko will like it!" I thought as I clicked the button to put it in the basket. I picked up my order from the warehouse the same evening on my way home. That night I told Angela about my experience at the office, and she told me that she and Lisa talked about me the night before, discussing how my bra-wearing was received at work. Like her friend, she insisted that nobody would ever make negative comments, particularly not to my face and that I could relax and enjoy my new assets and clothing. "Today I bought some new bras!" she said, excited. "After my last fill, I too graduated to a new cup size. I'm a small D now!" she smiled from ear to ear. "Funny! I got some new bras too!" I said blushing. "Oh, my God! You need to show me your bras! I'll show you mine too! Let's model for each other!" She jumped from her chair, forgot about the cake that we were eating to "celebrate our new bodies", and ran to her room to get her new bras out. Just a month earlier I would have been thrilled to watch a lingerie catwalk. Being one of the models did not excite me just as much, even if I had to admit that the complicity that was developing between my and the rest of the girls was making me feel good. She kicked off the show with a plain grey bra. The cups seemed enormous if compared with my first blue lace one. Then we both came up with a yellow lace bra, mine with flowers embroidered and hers with hearts. She showed me a set of t-shirt bras, that I made a mental note to buy with the next order, while I took out the balconette bras. She said that my breasts had a very nice shape when they were held in place by the demi- cups and that I should find a way to show off my cleavage a bit more. Eventually, she showed me a couple of sexy gold and silver bra and panties sets that made her look like a goddess of sex, and she seemed to be positively surprised when I wore the last one in my bag: the rose and black satin set. I explained that I bought it thinking of Kimiko. The lace embroidery was slightly gothic, a style our Asian friend seemed to like, and Angela congratulated me for choosing such a tasteful garment and for noticing Kimiko's taste. That night I had fun. I definitely had more fun than I would ever imagine I could have by posing in women's lingerie. Between Angela's reaction and my colleague's acceptance, giving the fact that I actually had some breasts to hold and protect, that night I became a bra-wearer. ---------------------- The weekend came and went without a surprise. I stayed at home most of the time because the weather was horrible. Angela was out, so I experimented a bit with the five inches high heels, trying to walk a bit faster than I did the previous Thursday. I found that I liked the way pointy shoes looked under my bootcut jeans. There was something sexy to it. I never felt sexy about wearing clothes, so that came as a surprise to me. I mostly used the lace bras and panties while at home. They offered less support than the balconettes, but I liked the feeling of my nipples brushing against my clothes through the soft mesh of the lace. On Monday and Tuesday, I went to the office as usual. The first of the two days, I still felt self-conscious about my bra under my clothes, but by Tuesday morning, I didn't even think about it anymore. As soon as my breasts stopped bouncing on my chest, I was happy. I even gave a presentation in front of a few colleagues, completely forgetting about the two mounds sticking out of my chest. I was adapting all too quickly to my new reality of being a guy with breast implants. I decided that my situation wasn't terrible and that I would only have to worry about it if I ever went to work for a more conservative company, in a more conservative city. I had no intention to let the girls push more saline into my breasts, but if things stood as they were, I was OK with having something extra that I could use to seduce the one I liked. I started Wednesday morning the same way I started the two previous days: shower, panties, bra, jeans, tops, but then I received a text message on my phone. "Dear Mr. Myers, your request for 10 days of paid sick leave has been agreed upon and negotiated with your insurance. We wish you a quick recovery and to have you back with the team as soon as possible! Swish HR" I had no idea where that came from or, better, I started suspecting that Lisa had something to do with it but I had no idea of what she had planned. "Angela, I just got a strange text from HR..." I was about to read out the content. "Lisa told me. You forgot to send your letter through, so she took care of it! Are you ready? Lindsay will be here in a few minutes!" she told me. "What's going on? Where are we going?" I asked. "Don't you remember last Thursday when Kimiko and Lindsay said that they would stay at Brigitte's clinic for a few days and they'd have to skip the club? One is getting her bum done, and the other one is getting implants like ours?" she reminded me. "Yes, right. No, I forgot! But what do I have to do with it all?" I still had no idea. "We are all going to stay there for a few nights! Including you! Make sure you have a change of clothes! Something comfy!" she commanded. Minutes later, one of Lindsay's Limousines stopped in front of our place. She waved at us from the window and when we got inside she was giggling like a little girl. "I'm so excited!" she announced. "Tomorrow I'll wake up with a pair of implants like yours! I am so looking forward to it!" She and Angela talked about what it felt like to be filled and how exciting it was to feel the new weight on the chest every time. I chipped in with my two cents every now and then, but my mind was more focused on the idea that I'd spend a few nights in the same room as Kimiko. "Tony, did you bring some clothes?" Lindsay asked. "A pajama, slippers, t-shirts, bras, and panties!" I showed her the content of my small backpack. "Oh, dear!" said Angela. Then she took out her phone and started messaging someone. My head was busy thinking of how I could play it cool during the following days. They'd have to put Kimiko under anesthesia, and I would have the chance to show her how much I cared. We arrived at the clinic, and the large iron gate opened for us. I had only faint memories of the place, as the first time I had been there, I hadn't been entirely sober. Brigitte and Kimiko welcomed us at the door and showed us to the room that had been prepared, with some beds for patients and some for visitors. Three and three, to be precise. "I thought it was only two of us that would go under!" I observed. "Wrong. Lindsay is going to have new boobs!" Brigitte answered. "I mean, I know of Lindsay and Kimiko. But who's the third one?" I asked. "What do you mean?" Kimiko gave me her biggest puppy eyes. "You and me, the same!" "Ahahahah! What?" I laughed hysterically, soon realizing that it wasn't a joke. "Aren't you going to get 400cc of butt implants?" "Yes! You too! To make your butt perfect!" she said as if it was completely obvious. "Hey, stop there! I never agreed to get my butt done!" I protested. "You said that you could hide it and that it wouldn't be a problem if you got it! So, here we are! It's another present! Just take it!" Lindsay told me. "I... I mean, yes, it's not the worst, not even as bad as boobs, but why would I get it done?" I was looking for a way out of that mess. "Because so we can have the same!" Kimiko insisted, melting my heart. "Please!" "Seven thousand dollars of silicone will go straight into the bin if you don't want to go ahead!" Brigitte said. "But if you want to refuse what makes Kimiko so happy, go ahead. I'll ask a nurse to remove the machinery from around the third bed, and you can stay here and watch as Kimiko does it all by herself!" she snapped her fingers to recall the attention of someone outside the door. Kimiko's eyes were getting wet. She really was into the whole "changing together" thing. She kept looking into my eyes until I stopped the nurse. "OK, what the hell! I'll do it with you!" I told Kimiko. They decided that I should go first and after just an hour I was put under. --------------------- I remember how little pain I was in when I woke up from the breast implants operation. I wish I could say the same about the butt implants. Angela, Brigitte, and Lindsay were chatting loudly somewhere in the room, but I was too drowsy to understand what they were talking about. My head was hurting the very moment I opened my eyes, and my lower back and legs felt as if a bus had run me over. I was laying in bed, facing down, and the only thing I could see to my right was Kimiko still asleep in the bed next to mine. She was wearing a short hospital gown and what looked like a funny pair of biking shorts that covered from her waist to her knees. Judging by where the pain in my body was coming from, I assumed that I too must have been in the same sort of dressing. A small tube ran from a fold of the garment into a pouch held by a basked under the bed. I had seen a catheter before, but the idea of having one inside me wasn't making me jump for joy. Not that I could jump anyway. "Look who's awake!" I heard Lindsay say. "'Morning!" I groaned. "Did you throw me under a train? It hurts!" "No trains! And look..." She moved where I could see her, and she lifted her top. "... we are the same now!" she giggled and smiled while showing me the surgical bra around her chest. I don't know what felt weirder at that point. Knowing that I had butt implants like hers in me, or seeing her being happy for having breast implants to match mines. I am sure that the drugs were helping me worry about the situation a lot less than I should have. "My back is killing me! Can I turn?" I asked. "Not yet!" Brigitte commanded from somewhere in the room. "Not until tomorrow at least! But I have something to help you with that!" And she injected some stuff in my left arm. "What was that? The last time you put stuff in me, my breasts grew one cup size!" I told her. "Don't worry! There will be a better time for that! This is just a bit of morphine to help you rest!" she answered. "Morph..." I couldn't finish my next word, and I fell asleep again. I woke up on Friday morning, and I was helped on my feet by a nurse. My roommates were busy having breakfast at the table in one corner of the room, chatting as loud as usual. Another nurse was helping Kimiko off her bed, and I could read some pain in her face. "Is she OK?" I asked. "She's OK! Aren't you?" the woman helping her said. "She is smaller than you, and the size of the implants was the same. It will take a bit longer for her to get used to them!" Feeling like something in between an old man and a baby, I let my nurse take me around for a walk. She was holding me up with one arm under my armpit while I held on to the handrail in the corridor. It felt as if I had a horrible case of pins and needles, and she encouraged me to walk at least three or four times every hour to allow the implants to drop. "Drop where?" I asked. "Drop means that they'll reach the spot in your body where they are meant to be. Right now, they are up here..." She pressed my lower back with her index finger. "... but they should end up about here!" And she pushed again one inch below. "These are high profile implants, so they are supposed to lift your bum a lot higher than it used to be, and give your hips a bit more width. You'll love them!" "Sure..." I said, rolling my eyes. That afternoon, Kimiko and I managed to take a slow walk alone through the corridor. We were both covered with those funny pants, so it was hard to tell what we'd end up looking like. "Thank you!" she whispered at some point. "For what?" I asked her. "For doing this with me! You are so nice to me! And you are even more perfect every day!" she complimented. I blushed. What she said caused a rush of warmth and happiness to spread through my body, and that was the first thing I actually felt in my legs since Wednesday night. She came closer and gave me a long kiss. "Hey lovebirds, this clinic has a reputation!" Brigitte joked as she walked past us. We kept kissing for many long minutes. When Sunday arrived, Kimiko and I had been through a speedy recovery, and we were ready to go back to our homes. Lisa showed up that afternoon with two bags from Swish. She gave Kimiko a long flowing dress and a pair of slippers ornated with a large flower. "And this is for you!" She came to my bed with a twin set of those clothes. "I can't wear this!" I said, holding the dress in front of me. "Someone could see me!" "So what? You wore dresses with us every Thursday!" she pointed out. "Shush!" I gestured with my finger on my lips. "Someone could hear you!" "Tony, you have already been to this clinic once, and you were wearing a dress at that time too!" she reminded me. "Just put it on until you are home! One of Lindsay's limos will be here soon!" We were told to try and avoid sitting and laying on our back for a few more days, and the long seats in the limousine helped with that. I lay down opposite Kimiko while Brigitte and Angela were toasting with Champagne, and Lindsay joined them with alcohol-free sparkling wine. Lisa was following in her own car, carrying our suitcases and some extra bags of clothes she got for us. The first stop was Kimiko's home. She lived in a nice condo on the other side of the Valley. It was a very modern building that matched her personality well. Lindsay and Brigitte stayed with her, helping her to walk to the apartment and carrying her bags. After about twenty minutes, we got to our home. Angela held my hand until I arrived at the dinner table. I wanted to sit down, but I knew I couldn't, so I just stood next to it as Lisa left a few bags in the room and left. "You look like you're in a lot of pain!" Angela told me as soon as our friend walked out of the door. "You almost make me want to change my mind!" "Change your mind about what?" I asked her. "About getting my butt done as you did!" she said as if it was the most obvious thing. "Why would you want to do such a thing?" I pointed at my back. "Why did YOU do that?" she answered with a question. "Because... because..." I took a long break, trying to dig up from inside my mind why I had allowed them to put two silicone pads inside my ass. "...because I like Kimiko!" Was the only reason I could name. "You see? Same here! I want to be irresistible! I know that guys love a nice plump ass! You'll love it too... just, you know, you'll be the one carrying it around!" she said in her dreamy voice. "Let's hope that guys don't get the wrong idea! I just want Kimiko to like me more! Now, if you don't mind, I'll go to bed!" I concluded. My return to work was planned for Wednesday, so I had two more days to chill at home and learn to deal with my new assets. I wasn't allowed to shower until after removing my shapewear, but I realized that showering wasn't the thing I missed the most in the past few days. "Finally, at rest!" I said to myself as I clasped the hooks of the bra behind my back. My boobs were far from being big, but after a week without a bra, I could feel my shoulders getting a bit sore because of their bounce. It was a red balconette bra that came with a matching pair of panties for which I had no use at that moment. I tried to put on some pajama pants, but they felt extremely tight against my skin. I rummaged in the bags that Lisa had left for me, and I found something that looked like a grey soft sweater long enough to cover half-way down my thighs. In the same bag, there was a pair of opaque black pantyhose and some soft slippers with a two-inches wedge and the word "LOVE" embroidered on the upper vamp. "Come on, Lisa!" I sighed as I tried to balance while wearing the tights. When I finished, I headed to the kitchen for a glass of water, and I caught my reflection in the mirror. With the dress and the stockings covering my undergarments, I could see a preview of my new shape. My butt stood to attention, sticking out of my body like a shelf. The low heel of the shoes pushed it up even further and gave me an almost unnatural look. I would have loved to see that ass on a girl, and it took me a moment to get used to being the one having it. On the other side of my body, through my dress, I could tell that my boobs were nice and round. I had the body of the girlfriend I always wanted, and for some reason, I found it exciting. I stacked some boxes under my laptop so I could use it without the need to sit, and I checked some work stuff remotely. As soon as I got bored, I decided to do some exercise walking up and down the corridor to try to reactivate the muscles in my legs. It took me longer than it should have to realize that for the first time in my life, I was alone at home dressed in women's clothes. What I found terrifying was that I wasn't cross-dressing for a specific reason, like spending a good night with the girls or playing a prank. I was just wearing what I found most comfortable for my body, and I didn't even consider the idea of not doing it. I was not trying to impress Kimiko there and then: it was just me. Was I letting that joke about being one of the girls bleed into my life a bit too much? On Tuesday evening, Brigitte came to visit to check if I recovered enough to be able to work at the office the next day. I was wearing another long knit sweater, this time pink, black pantyhose, and the wedge slippers again. At that point, I accepted to be seen by Angela wearing girly stuff, but when our other friend arrived, I became a bit self-conscious. "Tony, that sweater is adorable!" she said as soon as she saw me. "Lisa always has good eye clothes! How are you feeling?" "I'm OK, I guess! No pain!" I told her. She asked me to undress and show her my back. I hesitated a bit. "Don't be shy! You have nothing I've never seen! Besides, we're all girls here!" she and Angela giggled. With some help, I removed the shapewear and stood up straight for examination. Brigitte walked around me, pointing things out to Angela to explain what they had done to me. "You see? This is where the implants went in. The scar is pretty small, considering that 400cc is quite a good amount of silicone! We used a laser to close the wounds, and the scars are virtually invisible!" she explained. "That's amazing!" my housemate said in awe. "I can't wait for my turn!" I was sent to shower with the precise instruction to only use warm water and very little soap. For the first time, my hands ran from my knees to my back and over my ass. The shape was definitely different from my usual body but, without the shapewear, I was certain that I could disguise my new butt in my normal clothes. When I finished washing and drying myself, I picked up the same clothing I used earlier, but this time adding the panties. When I slipped them past my hips, I could definitely see a change. Instead of laying flat on my back, the panties were resting between my cheeks and hung from my hips. There was no elastic band in that underwear, but it wouldn't fall because my hips were large enough to stop it from doing so. When I was fully dressed, I went back to the girls. Brigitte asked me to have another look and lifted my sweater dress. My pantyhose hugged my new butt like a glove. "See? Isn't that a fine piece of ass?" she asked Angela. "Oh, Brigitte! You are the best!" she confirmed. --------------------- Wednesday morning, I was full of energy and ready to go to work. I wore a yellow balconette bra and panties set without even thinking about it, and I started putting on the rest of my clothes. That's when the practicalities of having a bum twice the size I used to have finally hit me. My jeans would not fit me anymore. I was struggling to close the zip, and the front button didn't seem to be within reach of its hole. The waist of the pants was too low for my new higher ass, and it was wrapping around it instead of going over it. "And now?" I asked myself. I looked at the armchair where I put the dresses I wore for the past few days. "Not a chance!" I told myself. In a corner of the room, one of the bags that Lisa gave me was still unopened. I had a look inside, and I found a couple of pairs of bootcut jeans. They were made of some stretchy material and they had a bit of flare in the legs. I tried them on, hoping that the stretch fabric would help me with my problem. To my surprise, the jeans rode a lot higher than my hips, and I could button them without pulling too much. I was well aware that those were women's jeans, but the style was plain enough to not draw too much attention. I threw on a casual sweater that I thought was thick enough to minimize the bumps on my chest, and I drove to work. "Hey, Tony! Have you recovered?" Mike asked as soon as he saw me in the parking lot. "I... yes, I think so!" I replied. I was curious to know what my colleagues had been told about my absence. "Did you guys miss me?" "Not really!" he joked. "We have been doing routine stuff most of the time, small changes here and there following the strategy you suggested a few weeks ago. The trends are great, and sales are improving! You must be hiding a crystal ball somewhere! Or two!" "Uh?" I muttered in surprise, thinking that he was joking about my implants. "What do..." "Sorry, man!" He took his phone from his pocket, started talking into it, and gestured to me that we'd chat later. He may haven't meant what I thought he wanted to say, but I was a bit shaken by the possibility that he had noticed. As I waited for the elevator in the hall, I replayed his voice in my mind over and over. "Surprise!" Sarah yelled in my ears as she slapped both my shoulders from behind, scaring me and making me jump. A few people around us stopped talking, just to resume seconds later. "Sarah! Damn it! You gave me a heart attack!" I said, panting. The doors of the elevator opened, and we got inside. "Oh, come on! I am quite sure that you were not in a hospital for cardiac arrest!" she joked, confirming that she knew that I underwent some sort of procedure. "You are looking good, though! Quick recovery!" "Yeah..." I scratched the back of my head, trying to come up with something to say that could make her tell me more of what she knew. I was quite certain that Lisa wouldn't tell anyone about my butt implants. The doors opened when we got to our floor. I was still half-frozen in a corner of the elevator. Sarah slapped my ass as she walked out. "Are you getting out of there or what? Other people may need this thing!" she commanded. I couldn't believe that she did that, even if she had always been a playful prankster with no respect for personal space. The suspect that Lisa had spilled some beans started taking shape in my head. "Why did you do that?" I asked, massaging the area that she slapped. She winked and quickly walked away as I slowly got out of the elevator. After sitting down for an hour at my desk, I realized that the discomfort hadn't completely gone away. Every now and then, I had to stand up and take a walk. While nothing out of the ordinary happened, I once again had the feeling of being observed whenever I moved. I had lunch at the cafeteria. I decided to head down there quite early so I wouldn't have to be surrounded by too many people. I was pretty happy about seeing just a few people in line at the self-service, and a lot less happy when dozens more arrived in the following ten minutes. With the tail of my eye, I was always checking if anyone would look down at my ass. I was so focused on that, that more than once I put my hands through my t-shirt's neck to pull up my bra straps without noticing. I caught myself doing that, and I started to wonder if people would be more freaked out by the fact that I had boobs or a pumped-up bottom. When my turn came, I quickly picked up a salad and a bottle of diet Coke, and I went to sit at a small table in the corner. "How are we feeling today?" asked Lisa as she placed her tray opposite mine, sitting down across the table. "Hi, Lisa! I'm OK, thanks! I'm just worried that people around me will take the piss!" I confessed. "And for what? If anything, the girls will be jealous of your assets, and some guys may be interested in them from a different point of view!" she grinned. "I just hope I can go unnoticed! Have you told anyone why I wasn't at work?" I asked her. "Absolutely not! I may be toying with you here and there, but I have my limits! As far as the company knows, you were in a hospital for some hip surgery!" Lisa said. We changed the subject, and we continued chatting for about fifteen minutes. I asked her if she had any news about Kimiko, and she confirmed that our friend was doing well and she had fully recovered. "If I were in you, tomorrow I'd wear something to show off those hot curves of yours!" she suggested, smiling. We finished our meal, and we went back to our desks. I worked hard that day, catching up with everything that had happened during my week away. A few sections of the website had to be reorganized, and some parts of the catalog had to be prepared for the seasonal sales. I planned all the changes, and I requested all the assets I needed from the designers, marketing, and the other developers. Satisfied, I spent the last hour of my day browsing dresses and shoes in our catalog. I needed something that would highlight my ass and show some cleavage. Considering what I had been through to alter my body, I wanted to make the most of it and look good for Kimiko. I ended up choosing a knee-length silky dress with a tulle underskirt and a deep V neck. I also found a nice necklace with a thin chain and a small golden charm that would sit right in the middle of my cleavage, drawing attention to it. It's not like I grew a sense for fashion overnight: on one side of my screen, I pinned the picture of a model dressed in the same way. She had small breasts, just a tad bigger than mine, and a nice bottom. I also found the same sandals she was wearing, a pair of gold 5" heeled shoes with thin straps around the foot and the ankle, and I added them to the basket. "Nice!" I heard a voice saying while two hands grabbed my shoulder. I jumped on my chair. "Sarah, you've gotta stop doing that! How the hell did you even sneak behind me?" I told her while alt-tabbing on my computer to hide the shopping basket. "Sneaking? I simply walked here a minute ago to give you these papers and even called you, but you were so focused on your shopping that you didn't even notice me!" she said. "My shopping? No, wait, that's not for me!" I lied. "Yeah... sure! I think you'll look great in that dress! I hope I had the curves for it!" she sighed. "No, seriously! Why would I buy a dress for myself? That's women's stuff! I was just testing the e-commerce section!" I went on denying. "Tony, I jump-scared you twice today..." she told me. "Yes, I know! Not nice!" I remarked. "... and I grabbed your shoulders just where your bra sliders are! You know that we can all see the straps through your clothing, right?" she insisted. "I... I don't, I mean..." Nothing clever came out of my mouth. "And you have the same jeans I have!" she added. "One week ago they'd look better on me. But now, magically, they look better on you! I think that you growing a decent sense of fashion, and sooner rather than later you'll drop your dull tops!" "It's not what you think... I... they..." I tried to explain. "I don't think anything! It's your body, you do what you want. Besides, you look good!" she stated. "Thanks, I guess... Has anyone else noticed?" I asked her. "The blind homeless guy that lives three blocks away may have missed it, but I think that everyone here noticed! I mean, they all noticed your bras even the other week! I guess that it's hard to keep something like that a secret when you work in a company where 90% of the employees are women!" she said. "Oh... I thought I could get away with it..." I looked down. The weight of my stupid choice of playing along with the girls hit me. "Are people laughing at me?" "Laughing? Not a chance! I can't tell you the names, but I think that at least two girls today said they were jealous of the way your butt looks in those pants! And since you started wearing a bra, I think that Monica, you know the one from Finance, has asked her husband Andy, the one from Compliance, to do the same. She thinks it's sexy." she told me. "What? I... Well, I kinda need it... but why would..." I became curious. "No time to chat right now! I have to leave!" she cut me off. "But first, allow me to do something!". She pushed me away and grabbed my computer mouse. She clicked on the necklace in my shopping basket, then on related products, and she hit the "Buy" button on a bracelet, a set of two small rings, and a pair of lightweight dangling earrings. "Sarah, I couldn't wear those even if I wanted to!" I said. "That's something we can fix tomorrow! See you at noon!" And she left my office in a rush. I hit the Checkout button and added my discount code. "What did I get myself into?" I asked myself. The rest of Wednesday ran smoothly, but I couldn't shake off the feeling that everyone would be looking at me like a freak. On Thursday morning I double-checked myself in the mirror before leaving for work. I tried to set aside my wishful thinking of looking one- hundred percent as I used to do, and I finally started seeing myself with the eyes of the casual onlooker. I did, in fact, have some curves. Two mounds were sticking out in the front while my butt was pushing out at the back. While I decided that I didn't look feminine, I was most certainly drifting away from the definition of "manly". I took a long second look to see if the straps of my blue balconette bra were visible through my hoodie, or if the elastic of my thong peeked from my high- waist jeans, but it seemed to me that those were decently hidden from the sight of anyone that was at least a few feet away. I arrived at the office at the same time as everyone else. I decided not to think that others were looking at me, and I saw no signs of anyone doing so. "Maybe it's all in my head!" I told myself. The morning went fast. The designers working from our offices in Europe had already sent me all the graphics I needed to proceed with my job, and I lost track of time as I wrote hundreds of new lines of code. "Hi, Tony! Are you ready?" Sarah appeared in front of me. "Ready for?" I asked her, looking up at her. "Ready to solve your problem with your earrings!" she said as if it should have been obvious. "I told you to be ready for midday! It's midday now!" "Sarah, I appreciate that you think you can help with..." I started saying. "Great! I love to help! Let's go! Did you pick up your order from the warehouse?" She started pulling my arm. "If not, let's go pick it up now!" I knew where that was going. She wanted to take me somewhere to pierce my ears, which was something that my brain had always labeled as "too far". "Look, I can't pierce my ears! It's... weird!" I resisted her. "Tony... Reality check time: you wear bras and most probably you just had something implanted in your butt to double its size. And you think that something every teenager has done is weird?" She looked at me as if I didn't make any sense. "Let's go already! Otherwise, it'll be too late when we came back to work!" I muttered my disappointment as I followed her, while at the same time, I wondered if Kimiko would like that little extra change. We stopped to pick up my order, which came in a bag that was way too heavy for the few things I ordered. "Lisa..." I thought. We used my car, and Sarah sat in the passenger seat. She took my bags and went through the clothes even before I could see them. "Nice stuff! Some of these are quite expensive! Oh... so cute!" she described every single item in there. "I have no idea what you are looking at!" I confessed. "If you didn't order these, you must have a secret admirer! Someone that knows your size well!" she told me. She directed me to a shopping mall just a few blocks away. I parked, she took the earrings from the bag, and she led me to a beauty salon in a corner of the building. While I waited at the counter, she hugged one of the girls working there and chatted with her for a minute. "Tony, this is Helen. She'll do the job!" she introduced a young girl to me. I sat in a soft chair in a corner of the shop. Helen applied some cream to my earlobes and told me to wait for half a minute. "Sarah, seriously, I don't think this is... Ouch!" I said as I felt a quick sharp pain and a snap in my left ear. I sighed as I lowered my head and let the girl do the rest of the job on the other side. I saw Sarah handing Helen the earrings I bought, and they were slowly inserted through the new holes in my earlobes. "Done! They look great on you!" The girl said, turning the chair so I could look into a large mirror on the wall. "Do you have twenty bucks?" Sarah asked me. I handed her the money, and she went to pay at the till while I checked myself out in the mirror. The earrings were shaped like thin golden leaves, two on each side, and they were about three inches long. They were extremely light, and I couldn't feel any weight, but I could hear a faint tinkling noise whenever I moved my head. "Let's go!" Sarah came to pick me up from the chair. "What? Like this?" I asked her, pointing at the earrings. "I can't walk out with these things! Can't she put something less obvious in there? I don't know, like a small stud?" "No, she can't! Not until the hole has healed, which will take a couple of days!" she informed me. "But I can understand your concern! Those don't look great right now!" "Thank you for agreeing with me for once!" I said, half-joking. "Come with me!" Once again she grabbed my arm and pulled me until we were out of the beauty parlor, next to the entrance of the mall where I left the car. She asked for my keys to go and get something in the car. I waited for her in a corner. Trying to stay out of people's sight. "Follow me!" she said when she came back. She led me to a large toilet in a side hall of the mall and locked the door behind us. "Those earrings don't work with your hoodie! They are quite nice, but your top is too masculine! Put this on!" she handed me a packet coming from my bag of new clothes. "Let me help you taking off your top. You have to be careful while wearing dangling earrings!" Reluctantly I allowed her to help me to take off my sweater. She guided the earrings through the neck. "How many layers do you have on?" she asked when she saw my t-shirt. "Take that off too! Here, let me help!" She grabbed my top and guided it past my head. I froze when I realized that I was in front of my colleague wearing just my bra, and she froze when she realized why I was wearing it. "Wow! You have boobs! Real boobs!" she said surprised. "Yes... long story!" I looked away. "Wait a minute! No, they are not -real-! They are implants! Aren't they?" she observed. "They are..." I confirmed, turning red. "Why do you have implants?" she asked. "But, more importantly, can I feel them? I never felt fake boobs before!" "I... I guess so..." I said. With one expert movement, she undid the hooks behind my back and lifted the bra over my breasts. She cupped them from underneath as if to weigh them. With her thumb, she traced the arch from side to side. When she touched the nipples I let go of a sigh. "Are they sensitive?" she looked in my eyes as a wave of heath made me turn as red as a lobster. "They are! The skin has just stopped stretching and..." I started explaining, but with a rapid movement, she lowered her head on my left breast and started sucking on my nipple. "Sarah, what...? Mhhh..." I moaned. She kept licking and sucking. Her left hand went to my right breast, and her fingers started playing with my nipple. I was enjoying every second of it, and the more a voice in my head said that it was wrong, the more I loved it. I took a bit of initiative, unbuttoned Sara's silky blouse, and unfastened her bra. I started fondling her breasts, copying what she was doing to me. She moaned loudly and her suction increased. As I looked down, she stopped for a second and locked her eyes on mine, then she put her lips around my right nipple and started sucking it while toying with my left one. I continued playing with her tits that were not much bigger than mine. She pushed me back against the wall, let go of my boobs, and locked her mouth on mine in a long kiss. As our tongues danced, with both hands she held up her breasts and brushed her nipples against mine. Her moaning increased in speed and became louder. She let go of her right breast just to lower her hand under her mini skirt, and seconds later she came, hugging me as our naked boobs were still pressed against each other. I held her in my arms as the waves of her orgasm subsided. "Sarah, that was..." I started saying. "... probably against company policy! And definitely against the rules in these toilets!" she joked as she went to pick up her blouse that I had thrown on the baby-changing table. I clasped my bra back and went to get my hoodie. "Don't wear that hoodie! That's why we came in here in the first place!" she reminded me, and she handed me a piece of clothing. It was a soft burgundy knitted turtle neck top. Thick enough to be worn without anything underneath apart from a bra. I was relieved to see that there was no V neck to leave my cleavage uncovered. Sarah helped me wearing it without pulling on my earrings. The fabric of the top was warm and almost fluffy, but it was also elasticated and enhanced the difference in size between my waist and my butt. "Why do I have to wear this?" I asked. There was nowhere for me to check the way I looked. "Look!" She took a small makeup mirror from her bag. "The high neck works amazingly with your earrings, giving you a slender neck." "That looks so feminine!" I observed. "It is a bit feminine, but those earrings surely aren't manly either. Same as the dress you bought last night!" she confirmed. "But don't worry. Nobody will say a word!" Grabbing my hoodie and t-shirt she reopened the door and signaled to me to follow her. I drove back to the office where I noticed a couple of people staring at me. I didn't hear anyone laughing, and I considered it a good sign. The top was very comfortable and warm, and I soon became quite fond of it. It also didn't show much skin, so nobody would be able to tell that I was wearing a bra underneath. When the clock finally hit five, I packed my stuff and left to go home. It was only when I walked in front of the mirror windows of the building that I could have a better look at myself. The top did work well with the earrings, but it was also shorter than I was used to, and its bottom overlapped my jeans by just half an inch. What worried me the most, though, was that it was so tight on the chest that it outlined the shape of the bra with great precision, as if it was painted on me. The shape of the cups was clearly visible through the fabric, and so was a bit of my upper chest's shape. I had been wearing it for four hours straight, effectively showing everyone that I was wearing a bra and that I had something that could fill it. I called myself an idiot for not realizing what I was doing but, at the same time, I thought that if nobody said a word, then I wouldn't need to worry. I got in my car and drove home. "Nice top!" said Angela when she saw me coming into the house. "And nice earrings! Where are those from?" "Swish..." I said. "I mean, those are pierced earrings. When did you get a hole?" she asked. "A colleague of mine saw me ordering stuff on the website and decided to lend a hand..." I explained without any will to go into details. "That's so nice! Anyway, the other girls will be here at half-past seven, so be ready to get ready!" she said as she went back into her room. I washed myself making sure to shave every hair off my body. The dress I chose would look a lot better without a bra, so I decided to wear one just while doing my makeup and then take it off before wearing the dress. I was starting to feel naked without one. I chose a light pink set of bra and thong, and I wore it before sitting down in front of what could be described as my vanity table. The beauty case that Angela gifted me weeks earlier had been there ever since, along with some bottles of creams and lotions. The mirror she gave me completed the setup. I tried to remember every step of what she used to do. I applied the foundation, base color, blush, eye shadow, pencil, mascara, lipstick... It took me a while, and I had to redo a few bits, but the result was almost as convincing as Angela's work. I then wore my new sandals first, wobbling a bit on the very thin five inches heels, then I threw my bra on my bed and wore the dress. I couldn't reach the zip at the back so I decided to ask for help but, first, I put on the necklace and the rings and bracelet that came with it. "Angela, can you please zip up my dress? I can't reach back there!" I shouted. "Sure! Coming!" she said from her room. When she came through the door she froze. "Tony, you look stunning!" she said, leaving her mouth wide open. I looked in the mirror as she zipped me up. She wasn't wrong. The deep V neck of the dress showed a hint of my small breasts and made my waist look higher than it really was. The dress then widened at my hips, showing off my new curves while leaving most of my legs exposed. My heels helped to make my pins look long and thin. My bracelet and rings were shining, adding a touch of magic, while my earrings drew the eye down from my head towards my long neck, where the necklace started only to end in between my boobs. "Kimiko will be so pleased!" said Angela, echoing what I was thinking. The ladies arrived shortly after. Once again, Angela wanted me to surprise them by entering the living room last, so I closed my bedroom door and waited there. A few minutes later I heard them asking of me, and I decided to make my entrance. I hoped they would be as speechless as Angela was. I walked into the living room and... it was my jaw that hit the floor. In front of me was Kimiko in a black cocktail dress. The fabric hung straight from her body, following her jet black hair, creating a waterfall of darkness in stark contrast with her pale skin. Her dress left little to the imagination, allowing me to see the side of her breasts from the side, and a generous cleavage through the neck. The only waves made by the flowing viscose were across her breasts and on her bottom, opposite to each other in symmetrical perfection. She looked like a million. Still, I reached my goal. She too was scanning me from head to toes, pleased with what she saw. For a moment all other girls disappeared. "You look amazing!" I told her, taking a few steps to get closer and hold her hands. "You look... perfect!" she replied. That word was starting to give me shivers every time I heard it. Something like the adrenaline rush I felt after winning a game. The spell was broken by the loud cheering of the other four. "To us!" They raised their glasses, quickly giving one each to me and Kimiko. "Lindsay, how are you feeling?" I asked. "I am doing great! I can't wait for my first top-up!" she said, pointing at her breasts. "Wait... we have the whole night for that!" Brigitte interrupted her. "Let's keep the best for last! I've got some awesome material from my friend in Paris!" They all cheered and found a seat at the table. "Brigitte has a friend working in the fashion industry in Paris. In exchange for some Botox, she sends her a sneak peek of the trends for the next year!" Lisa explained to me. "I can see next year's stuff in the Swish catalog! How's this any different?" I asked her. "This is far ahead of our catalog. Actually, the choices that influence Swish clothing are made by looking at these same books! Just, our designers will only get to see them in two months, and after spending ten thousand dollars!" she went on explaining. "Wow! So this is what you were doing the night I walked in for the first time!" I told her, but she was already on her way to the table. Kimiko patted on the chair next to her, and I sat right there. Just a few weeks earlier, I saw the girls checking out fashion books, and I was utterly unimpressed. I was expecting them to be engaging in some sort of sex game, but they were all sitting at the table with their eyes glued to some fashion pictures. At that time, I ignored at least two things. The first one was the fact that once you have a body that can fit in so many nice outfits, you want to know more about them. I hadn't tried on too many dresses by the time I sat there next to Kimiko, but I knew that they had all given me different feelings, and I wanted more. The second thing I must have missed is what was going on under the table. After a few glasses of Champagne, Kimiko started caressing my newly enhanced bottom while one of my hands played with her breasts. We were leaning on the table to cover our actions, but the moment I dropped my pen and looked under the table to fetch it, I could see that we weren't the only ones. Angela and Lindsay were slowly fingering each other's pussies, while Lisa and Brigitte's feet were intertwined and caressing through their nylons. I felt a heatwave running through my body, and I asked Kimiko to follow me. As we walked out of the room nobody said a word, even if I could swear that I heard a few moans. I took my Asian friend to my room, I locked the door, pushed her onto my bed, and, slowly, I started kissing her neck and her breasts. Her smooth legs started playing with mines as I licked her nipples as her hands played with my breasts. I rose to kiss her on the lips, and our tongue met in a wet twister. With a rapid movement, she flipped me on the bed facing down and started kissing my thighs, shifting my dress as she moved her mouth over my ass. I moaned, and she kissed me more, licking between my ass cheeks, tickling my hole with her tongue. I had never had that done to me. I wanted to scream: "Stop!" but the feeling was too good. I turned her around and returned the favor. Then I lifted her hips, pulled my dress up and my thong aside, and placed my hard cock at the entrance of her wet pussy from behind. I pushed it in as we both moaned in unison. I pumped in and out for minutes, enjoying the feelings from my cock as much as I loved the new sensation of my breasts bouncing up and down on my chest with every thrust. I turned her around so I could see her beautiful face as I fucked her, and she pulled me closer until our nipples touched each other's as I pushed myself deeper into her. With one hand, she held my left breast. and with the other hand, she grabbed my left ass cheek. As her hands squeezed my soft enhanced mounds, her pussy was flooded with juice and she came like a river, shaking uncontrollably and bringing me too to a massive orgasm. I released every drop of my cum into her, then I just lay next to her and kissed her neck until she gave me another long kiss on my lips. "That was awesome!" she said, panting. "You are awesome!" I complimented her. She went to the toilet to clean herself, and when she came back into my room I was reapplying my makeup in front of my mirror. "Help yourself to anything you need. I'll use the toilet for a second!" I told her. I quickly freshened up, then I slipped into my thong, fixed my dress back in place, and in my five inches stilettos I got out. By that time, she had already returned to the living room. The fingering session was over, and the girls were all scattered around the room drinking Champagne and chatting with one another. I joined Angela as she poured me a glass of wine. "Looks like you had some fun!" she said, pushing a strand of my hair behind my ear. "Looks like you and Lindsay were having some too!" I simply replied, and we smiled at each other knowingly. Brigitte recalled our attention banging on her glass with a spoon. "Should we all give Lindsay her first fill?" she asked, rhetorically. "Yeeeeees!" We all agreed in unison. Angela found a chair for Lindsay while Brigitte and Kimiko fetched the saline syringes from a bag. They cleaned their friend's skin where the ports were situated, and one on each side they started pumping 50cc of solution per breast. "Oh, my God!" Lindsay almost screamed. "I can feel it going in. It's lifting my boobs and it's pushing out!" she closed her eyes and bit her lips, lost in the moment. Soon enough, the injection was over. "I want more! Please, pump more saline into my breasts!" she almost begged. "We can do another one, but don't be greedy!" Brigitte said as she went to get two more syringes. Kimiko wiped the ports again with the alcohol solution and then they inserted the needles. As they started pumping the liquid, Lindsay's face turned ecstatic again. "I love this! I love to feel my breasts getting bigger. The push against my skin. The weight!" she said while looking at the ceiling, rolling her eyes, but she suddenly changed her tone. "Ouch! Wait wait wait! It's beginning to hurt!" Brigitte told her assistant to stop and began massaging Lindsay's breasts. "That's 75 per side. It's enough for today! Your skin needs to get used to the new volume. Feeling better now?" she said. "Yes, thanks! I guess I wanted too much too soon!" The redhead admitted. She stood up from the chair and tried to put her bra on, but she had to loosen the shoulder straps a bit. "This is fantastic!" Kimiko sat on the same chair without saying a word. "My dear, are you sure? You just had surgery one week ago!" Brigitte asked her. The Asian girl nodded, and her boss went to get more syringes from her bag. "I'll do one! You see what happens when you get greedy!" she said, smiling in the direction of Lindsay that was busy weighing her breasts. "Tony, care to give me a hand?" "Me?" I asked, surprised. "Sure! Stay on that side, clean her port, and see if you can get this needle through it without making a mess!" Brigitte commanded. "OK..." I did as she said, and when it was time to put the needle through the port, I told Kimiko, "This will sting a bit!" "I know." she answered with a smile. "Now, try to match my speed!" Brigitte told me as she started pushing on the plunger, slowly. As the liquid slowly flowed into Kimiko's implants, I could swear that I could see the shape of her breasts change before my eyes. She too let go a sigh of pleasure. I felt a sense of power and satisfaction, and I understood why Kimiko liked it so much to do that to others. "That's as much as your skin can take for now!" Brigitte said. Kimiko stood right in front of me and guided my hands to cup her boobs from below. "They feel great! You look awesome!" I told her, looking into her dark brown eyes. Angela jumped onto the chair. "Can you do me too? Please!" she asked. "Why not? Since we're here. You too already have 400cc in there, and I think that you shouldn't do more than another fifty for now!" Brigitte told her. Once again, the ritual was repeated. The two took their place at her sides, and slowly injected the saline into her breasts. "Ohhh... Yes... I missed this so much!" said Angela, lost in the sensation. Kimiko kept looking at me while pumping the liquid inside her friend. Again, I could tell that she was getting pleasure from being on either side of the syringe. Angela joined Lindsay in a corner of the room, and they started feeling each other's breasts, talking about how they loved the new shape and the added weight. "You?" I heard Kimiko's voice. It took me a second to realize that she was talking to me. "What? More of that? I already have troubles hiding what I have!" I said. "Why do you keep hiding it?" Lisa said from behind. "We have plenty of stuff in our catalog that you could wear to show them off!" she smiled. Kimiko came next to me and took my hand. Gently, she guided me to the chair and sat me down. "Girls, this is stupid! I love playing this game with you, but I can't get too big! I have a life!" I protested, but at the same time, I didn't move away from there. "Sure, sure!" said Brigitte, who had already passed a syringe to her assistant. "Now relax and enjoy!" I started feeling the flow of the liquid under my skin and inside my implants. The colder temperature of the new saline made me shiver for a moment. I felt my skin starting to expand slowly as the pouches became larger. I kept my eyes closed as they made my boobs bigger, wondering what the hell I was doing and why. Soon, very soon, the feeling given by the flowing liquid came to an end. "Is anything wrong?" I asked, opening my eyes. "No, why do you ask?" Brigitte looked at me, worried. "It's done!" "Nothing wrong. It was quicker than I thought!" I told her, honestly. "That's probably because your skin has expanded, and it's not pushing back much. We measure the speed at which we inject based on how much pressure we apply. Less pressure, faster injection. Looks like you could put some more!" she explained. "What? More? Wasn't that the same the others did?" I asked. "Lindsay did 75cc before the pressure became uncomfortable! You did 50cc, and you have a naturally wider chest..." As she was speaking, she reached into her bag for two more syringes, one for her and one for Kimiko. Without saying anything else, they replaced the empty ones and started injecting more saline into my chest. "I am scared! This could really put me in trouble... mmm... " I let go of a sigh of pleasure as the skin started pushing back against the implant. "I think I felt it. Oh, my... It's pushing out! God, I feel so full!" I said. It was like having two big hands squeezing my breasts, putting weight on my chest. It wasn't painful but it was uncomfortable enough to feel alien. For some reason, I thought that it was exciting. "Done!" Brigitte announced. "Now take it easy! That was fifty percent more of what you already had!" I looked at Kimiko, who had a massive smile on her face. Her eyes were glued to the V neck of my dress. Looking down, I could see that the shape of my chest had changed, but I needed a mirror to see how much. I stood, and I went to check myself in the one in the corridor. "My God..." I said to myself when my eyes looked at the two round mounds on my chest. Until minutes earlier, I could still pretend that I didn't have feminine breasts, but, at that point, there was no way I could ever fool anyone. They were boobs and, while they could have been average sized on a girl, they looked massive to me. Kimiko hugged me from the back, and her hands cupped my breasts like a warm bra. "Kimiko, what have I done? I was a normal guy with a normal life! Look at me now! I am standing on sky-high heels while wearing a dress that shows off my... my boobs! What am I?" My question was far from being rhetorical. She walked around me, hugged me, and kissed me passionately on my lips. "Perfect!" is all she said. For the following hour, we just drank more Champagne and talked about the fashion books we had seen earlier. The girls pointed out some of their favorite styles, and I had this weird experience where I would imagine myself wearing every outfit they showed me. I blamed the alcohol that was running through my brain, but I didn't want to stop drinking because being tipsy kept me from feeling weird about my enlarged breasts. There was no way I could forget about them, though. They were noticeably heavier than they used to be, and on more than one occasion, I found myself wanting to go to my room to find a bra to wear. When the Champagne broke even the last mental barrier, and the night was about to end, I took Kimiko to one corner, and I finally found the courage to ask her out. "Kimiko, can I see you during the week? I'd love to spend some time with you!" I asked. She lowered her stare to the floor and seemed to think about something for a few long seconds. "Next Thursday is better!" she said, and without an explanation, she went to grab her light coat and followed the other girls through the door on their way out. I remained in that corner for a few minutes, wondering what was going through her head. I could not find a reason for her behavior, particularly considering everything that I let her do to me. The only thought that kept me from closing that night on a very low note, was that the next day I would have something new to show to Sarah at work. --- TO BE CONTINUED ---