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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 3 ------------------- Like every Friday, I woke up with my head in a haze. "Why did they choose Thursdays?" I asked myself while holding my head in my hands to stop it from spinning. As the water in the shower gently ran over my body, I started putting the pieces of memory from the previous night back together. I was beginning to dread Fridays. Every time I spent a night with the girls, I would wake up to discover that I agreed to let them do something new to me, and even that morning, I wasn't wrong. "Damn! Not again!" I thought out loud as I soaped my chest. My hands hit the bottom of my breasts. Where months earlier I had the flat chest of a man, I could feel and see two round and unnaturally perky boobs. I had had 200cc of saline per breast for a couple of weeks, and I was somehow getting used to the new shape of my chest, but the extra 100cc fill turned into well-defined mounds. More memories of the previous night came back to me. I remembered making love with Kimiko, and I replayed the entire intercourse in my mind like a movie. As my excitement and erection grew under the shower, I found my right hand playing with my cock, and the left one fondling my right breast. Then, I recalled the moment when I asked Kimiko if she wanted to see me during the week, and she said no. The questions that popped into my mind killed the mood, and I immediately stopped masturbating: Why did she play along with the whole "girlfriend" thing if, then, she wouldn't want to see me? Did I say or do anything wrong? And why did I keep letting her change my body that way? I dried myself and stood in front of the mirror when I let the towel fall to the floor. I didn't have a feminine body, meaning that my waist was large like any other guy's, and my face was as manly as it could be, but my enhanced breasts and ass told a different story. It was a very confusing sight, yet I must have liked some part of it because an erection started building up between my legs. "Not now!" I told myself as I tried to calm down. As it was routine, I picked a bra and panties from my drawer, a purple mesh set with pink embroidered flowers, and I wore them. The thong rode high over my hips and my butt cheeks, but I knew that my high-waisted jeans would cover it. The bra looked a lot fuller than it did the day before, and I could feel on my shoulder the extra weight that it was lifting from my chest. Looking down, I could see the round and alluring shape of two perfect breasts held in place by a sexy balconette bra. Knowing that I wouldn't want to put anything on display at work, I put on a thick t-shirt and a heavy hoodie, making sure not to pull on the long earrings still hanging from my ears. I realized that the day before I had thrown the jeans in the laundry basket, and I was relieved when I found an exact copy in the Swish bag Lisa had given me the week earlier. I quickly wore them, picked my old trainers from the shoe rack, and I jumped in the car to drive to work. "Tony, are you ok?" I heard Sarah's voice as she approached my desk, about one hour after I arrived. "Hi, Sarah! Yes, I think so! I had a big night yesterday! I need to wake up a bit more!" I told her. "I can tell!" she added. "Your eyeliner is all smudged!" "My what?" I instantly realized that I had been too busy checking my body that morning, and I completely forgot to check my face. I turned on my laptop's camera to have a better look. "Fuck!" "I have some makeup remover in my bag! Come with me!" Sarah waved at me, and I followed her into one of the wide unisex toilet stalls. She locked the door, took out some tissues from her bag, and told me to look up without closing my eyes. It took her a few minutes to completely clean my face. "Are you wearing a padded bra?" she asked me as she put her things back in her purse. "I am not!" I told her. "Why?" "It's just... I don't know. I was leaning against your chest and, it feels different!" she explained. I closed my eyes for a split second to wipe the tears that were washing the tissue's fluid from my eyes, and I felt her hands land on my breasts. "Wait a minute! They are bigger! How is this possible? Can I see them? Please!" she almost begged. "Whatever... I owe you one for your help anyway!" I sighed as I lifted my sweater and my t-shirt. "Tony! They are amazing! Look how round they are! Your areolas are stretching too!" It was the last thing she said. She snapped open my bra with a quick move of her fingers and started sucking on my left nipple. "Sarah, I don't think this is the moment or the place for... mmm..." A moan stopped the lie I was about to tell. Since the night before, I had hoped that Sarah would do precisely that with my newly enlarged breasts. I moaned and moaned a lot more when she moved her mouth to my right breasts, cupping my left with her hand. "Stop making noises, or everyone will know that we are in here!" she told me. I looked down. Sarah's eyes were staring into mine until she resumed sucking. From my point of view, I could see this beautiful girl playing with two round mounds on my chest. It was something I never thought I would see in my life. My breasts moved and shifted whenever her hands or face would push on them. She reached for the button behind her neck and let her dress fall to the floor around her ankles, she unfastened her bra, and she pushed her boobs against mine. "The girls like to play together!" she joked while she grabbed my ass with both hands to pull me even closer. We started kissing, and for a few long minutes, our nipples brushed against each other's as our tongues danced. "Sarah, you are the best! We should do this more often, maybe not at work, though!" I suggested when she let go and started putting her bra back on. "More often? Yes! Outside work? Probably not! My boyfriend would get quite jealous if he saw me with another guy!" she said while pulling up her dress. We stayed in the small room for a few more minutes so she could reapply her makeup, then we sneaked out of there to go back to our desks. As I walked through the rooms and corridors, I could tell that people were staring at me, but I wasn't sure why. I ignored the feeling, and I went to sit at my desk to resume my work. "Wee-woo wee-woo..." I heard Lisa's voice imitating the wailing of a siren as she approached my desk. "Hi, Lisa!" I said without even looking at her while I saved the code I worked on for the previous hour. "Hi, Tony! You are under arrest!" she said, playfully grabbing my wrist with her well-manicured fingers. "The voices were true!" "What voices? Why would I be in trouble?" I played along. "Your attire does not conform with HR's directive one-seven-fourteen, comma delta!" she kept the joke going. "Also known as 'being decently dressed'! You are under arrest by the fashion police! Please follow me!" she pulled me out of my chair and made her way towards one of the long corridors. "What's wrong with the way I dress?" I asked her as we strode through the building. "Everything!" she suddenly stopped. "You are ruining those jeans! Your top makes all the wrong curves in the wrong places! Your earrings are like a finger in the eyes of the onlookers! People are getting confused!" "I can't take off my earrings! My top makes a mess because you and the girls keep pumping saline into my boobs! And my jeans are too long because you gave me the wrong size!" I justified myself. "I am never wrong! You are not wearing them properly! Anyway, we don't have time to submit an order to the warehouse, so we'll have to ask Eileen to help us!" she started walking again, expecting me to follow her. "The Eileen that works in the photo-studio? I have never even met her! I only saw her name in some email threads. What does she do?" I asked. "She is a stylist! She picks the clothing for the photoshoots. If there is one person that can help you with your style, she is the one!" Lisa strode even faster, and I followed her to the opposite wing of the building. "No! Not a chance!" I said when Eileen put a black mini dress in my hands. "I am not going to wear a dress!" "You wore one yesterday!" Lisa observed. "Lisa! What the hell?" If my eyes could fire lasers, I would have roasted her on the spot. I wanted to keep our activities a secret. "Am I not supposed to know that you crossdress?" Eileen asked. "I mean, you are wearing a bra, panties, and women's jeans right in front of me!" "How do you know?" I asked. "I am a stylist, remember? I can see the strap of your bra from a mile away, and I can trace the hem of your matching panties through the stretchy fabric of your jeans! Needless to say that your earrings are a dead giveaway if one forgets to mention your boobs and ass!" she observed bluntly. "What are you trying to hide, exactly?" "I... these... I am trying to keep a low profile..." I pointed at my breasts. "I thought that they were high-profile implants!" Lisa joked. Eileen turned around and gave her a high five. "Funny!" I commented, unimpressed. "Anyway, I am not going to wear a dress. Why are my clothes so bad?" "They send out mixed signals! That's why!" Eileen explained. "You look like someone who wants to be a girl, but your clothing says otherwise. Lisa told me that people are not sure about how to talk to you, so they don't. Most employees in this company have nothing against transgender people, but you must be clear in the way you present yourself to put them at ease! Wearing those jeans that way, for example, looks just shabby and draws attention to you instead of making you go unnoticed! Same thing for the contrast between your earrings and your sweater." "And, what do you think would be better? Apart from dresses, which I am not going to wear at work!" I asked. "Let me dig something out! I may have a top that works, but I don't have pants or skirts in your size here!" she started opening several drawers and browsing through some hangers on a rail. "This should do! Try it on." She gave me a fluffy knitted top in a light shade of purple. I took off my hoodie and wore the new item. It was quite form-fitting on my chest and barely long enough to cover the waist of my jeans. "Isn't this a bit too short?" I complained. "What did you expect? You said that you don't want a dress!" Eileen said as if I had been silly. "Now, let's sort out these pants of yours!" she said before disappearing into a storage room. "Lisa, why do I have to do this?" I asked her while the other girl was rummaging through some boxes. "You don't have to! But you are doing the right thing! You don't want people to complain about you with HR! As she said, you can expect people to respect you, but you need to help them recognize you for what you are!" Lisa told me. "But if I dress like a girl, they will treat me like a girl!" I objected. "That seems better than having to deal with a guy with breast implants, isn't it?" she said. "Found them!" Eileen emerged with a shoebox in her hands. "Try these on!" In the box was a pair of black patent pointy shoes with a three inches high heel. "You expect me to wear these?" I asked. "The heel will solve the problem with your pants touching the floor!" she explained. "Are they too high for you to walk?" "No! I mean, not too high for walking, probably! But they are definitely too high for a guy!" I said. "Perfect! They'll look great under those jeans!" she said as she took the paper padding from inside the shoes and handed them to me. Reluctantly, I wore them. I took a couple of steps in them, then I handed them back. "What's wrong with them?" Eileen asked. "They are way too feminine! And the heel feels wrong!" I said. Curiously, I realized that the heel was not too high. It was low compared with the shoes I wore during our nights at home. I felt that my toes were touching the ground way too early as I took my steps. "That's interesting! Judging by the way you walk, you seem used to higher heels. How high are the ones you wear at home?" she asked. "I... " Once again, the idea of admitting that I was wearing women's clothes at home was making me self-conscious. "... yesterday's were five inches, I think. Maybe, on average, four?" "That explains it!" Eileen said. "When you are used to higher heels, it's hard to get used to lower ones! I think I have what you need... " she went to find another box in the storage. Thankfully, the new pair wasn't as feminine as the previous one. The shoes were black ankle boots shaped like sneakers but with a four inches wedge. While they were too high to be men's shoes, I reasoned that most of the wedge would disappear under the hem of the jeans, and nobody would see them. I wore them, and I even found them comfortable. "Great job, Eileen!" Lisa commented. "Happy to help! Should the three of us grab a bite together?" Eileen offered. "That's a great idea!" Lisa chimed. "What? Wearing these? I thought you were just showing me stuff!" I said. "Those are yours now! I'll fill in the order later so I'll get them replaced!" Lisa told me. The two women opened the door and started going to the elevator. "Are you coming or not?" Eileen asked. The elevator's door opened on the canteen's floor, and I tried to scan the area before stepping outside. Trying to hide would be completely pointless because hundreds of my colleagues were either queuing at the self-service restaurant or already eating their food. I took a deep breath, and I followed Eileen and Lisa. We joined the line, and for ten minutes, I searched every face for weird stares. While someone did look at me, I saw no disapproval, and I felt a lot better than I did that same morning. All three of us got a salad and a bottle of water. We sat at a table near a corner of the large room. "You look like you are finally relaxing a bit!" Eileen told me. "You came out of the elevator as if you saw a ghost, or as if you were looking for one. But now you seem calm!" "I still feel like a freak walking around in heels and a crop top at work!" I admitted. "Why is that? You didn't look like a freak last night in that gorgeous dress of yours!" Lisa said. "Lisa... Shush!" I stopped her, looking around to see if anyone heard her. "Relax, Tony!" Eileen said, putting her hand on mine. "Once people see that you are confident in your clothes, they won't give you a second look! Well, unless you want to turn heads! But you'll need something better than this top for that..." "I don't want to turn heads! I just want to fly under the radar!" I explained. "Understood!" she concluded. "Girls... I have to go!" Lisa said as she stood. "I must finish some spreadsheets before the end of the day! I'll see you next week!" And she left. "She's one of a kind!" Eileen said as Lisa left the room. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Well, she just managed to get you in heels and a crop top! I suspect that she had a part in those too!" she observed, pointing at my chest. "Kinda... Long story...." I lowered my eyes. "A story for another time, I am afraid!" Eileen rescued me from my thoughts. "I am quite busy too. I am afraid I will even have to come back during the weekend to finish picking the outfits for the new catalog!" "That sucks!" I said. "Not too much! I get to spend time with samples from all our lines. It's a bit like being a little girl in a candy shop!" Se explained. "Why don't you join me on Sunday afternoon for a couple of hours? I have to pick a few things for the website too!" "I am sure I'd be in your way! I think I am pretty useless when it comes to outfits!" I said, honestly. "Nonsense! Lisa seemed impressed by your choice of clothing last night! I'd be curious to see what you have in store! Also, it gets boring on Sundays around here without anyone to chat with!" "All right! I've got nothing to do on Sunday after all!" I accepted. "I'll see you here at around two o'clock?" "Deal!" she exclaimed. We picked up our trays and took them to the cleaner's corner, then we parted ways, and we returned to our offices. The day went by without any other hiccups, and the only thing that ever reminded me of the new clothes I was wearing was an occasional draft from under my shorter than usual top. I drove home in my newly borrowed wedge boots, which required some adjustment in my posture at the wheel, and only when I arrived home, I realized that I forgot my shoes and hoodie at work. "I'll pick them up on Sunday!" I made a mental note. "That is adorable!" Angela pointed at my new top as soon as I walked into the house. "It's just a loan from the office! They had something to say about how my earrings and jeans didn't match my hoodie..." I explained. "And look at those sneakers! Just lovely!" she kept complimenting. "Did you dress like this at work?" "Yes, I did! It's not like I am proud of it. Lisa framed me!" I ranted. "Well, she did you a favor! You look great, in a casual non-assuming kind of way!" she concluded. We had a light dinner, chatted a bit about a reality show that she was watching on TV, and then I went to bed where I had some weird dreams about Sarah and Kimiko. --------------------- Saturday came, and Saturday went. I slept until late and spent most of the morning playing video games. I found that the hair regrowing on my chest and legs made me feel itchy and didn't allow me to concentrate, so I took a long shower and shaved everything off. When I put my bra back on, the fabric felt twice as soft. Even the panties seemed more comfortable. Angela was busy doing some work overtime at her laptop on the dining table, and we barely spoke for the whole afternoon. The "highlight" of my day was when I went out to do some grocery shopping. Since the shorter jeans were still in the wash, I wore the same ones that I had on at the office, and I had to wear the same boots too, to avoid mopping the floor with the hem of the trousers. As I pushed the shopping trolley through the aisles of the grocery store, I realized two things. The first one was that wearing heels has its advantages. I could reach the higher shelves without stretching up, and I had an improved bird-eye view. The second thing was that I completely underestimated the projection my bra was giving to my breasts. I decided to wear the turtleneck top Sarah gave me that Wednesday, believing that covering my neck would be enough to pass under the radar, but I miscalculated the effect that the extra 100cc of saline had on my figure. It was undeniable that my chest was that of a woman. I stopped in front of a freezer with glass doors just to look at my reflection. My hat, a simple unisex beanie, was hiding my hair and forehead, giving the occasional onlooker the impression that the person wearing heels, flared jeans on a round ass, a tight top over a balconette bra, and a pair of long earrings, was a girl. I sighed and went about my shopping, making a mental note for the next day to ask Eileen to help me find something less feminine to wear. At home, I had little chance to talk to Angela, still busy with her work. I dined by myself with a light salad and a glass of white wine, and I went to bed, looking forward to spending a less boring time with Eileen the following day. -------------------- "Tony! Thanks for coming over! Did you sleep in a closet here at work?" Eileen greeted me with a warm hug when I entered her office on Sunday afternoon. "Uh?" I muttered, confused. "You are still wearing the same clothes I gave you on Friday!" she explained. "Oh, yes! I don't have many other things that fit, so I thought I'd wear these again!" I explained. "How is your day going?" "So far so good. I'm almost done with everything. I think I have a decent selection of outfits for next week's photoshoots. We are going all plastic and PVC, with some acetate here and there, you know, full eighties again!" she told me, clearly excited. "I just have to pick some stuff for the website, and I need your help with that!" "Sure, if I can be of any help..." I offered, even if I had no confidence in my ability to put two pieces of clothing together. "What color is the website going to be in the next quarter?" she asked. "I believe that Sarah, a girl from my team, convinced the designers to go for black, hot pink, and light blue outlines... I think it will have some neon accents here and there. It makes sense with the eighties theme, I guess!" I told her more or less all I knew about the upcoming design. "That's amazing! We're on the same page here!" Her eyes sparkled. "Come with me! We have some work to do!" Eileen dragged me through the storage door, the same place where she found the wedge sneakers that I was wearing. In my mind, I expected that place to be dark and small like a closet, and I was surprised when I saw it with my own eyes. The room was so big that I couldn't see the end of it. "Conference center" kind of big. It was brightly lit by neon lights that made the color of each garment shine. There were aisles and aisles of hangers with all sorts of clothes hanging from them. Along the sides and in a big pile in the middle were shoeboxes organized by style and color. I was mostly impressed by the size of that room and the sheer amount of items in it. I could understand why Eileen was so happy to be working in that place. Anyone who likes clothes and shoes would feel like Alice in Wonderland in there. "Your jaw is about to hit the floor!" Eileen snapped me out of my thoughts. "Glad you like it in here as much as I do!" "I have to be honest! I know nothing about fashion, but this place is so big that it doesn't look like it would fit in the building!" I explained my fascination. "And this is just for the last three years!" she told me. "There are a couple of floors like this in the basement. I call it 'The Archive'. Swish has a lot of branches and side-brands, so there is as much stuff here for one year as there is on ten websites! We have everything!" I knew about the other brands owned by the company, and I managed cross- promotions with them as part of my job, but I had seen little of what they sold on their sites. "Follow me! You drive!" Eileen handed me a trolley, similar to what you use in shops, and led me through the isles. There were a couple of cartons already sitting in the trolley, soon joined by numerous items from many areas of the stock. Eileen looked like the happiest girl alive as she strode through the hangers, picking up accessories and clothes. A pair of black knee-high PVC boots with a spiky metal heel and a bunch of glow-sticks completed her shopping spree. We re-emerged from the storage and went back into her studio. She took a large sheet of paper and laid it on the table, then she started sketching something down. "This should work! What do you think?" she asked. In just a few minutes, she had drawn a fantastic representation of a girl in a dark shiny dress. She looked like a character out of a cyberpunk novel, and I recognized some of the items we had in our trolley. "I thought I'd go for a retro-futuristic approach. You know, the future seen from the eighties. Black, shiny, with neon accents!" she explained. "And, let's see what else... Why don't you go to my cabinet over there and pour us two drinks? I'll have a gin tonic! There's ice in the mini- fridge. I need two more minutes here..." I let her finish her sketch and went to have a look in her cabinet. I knew that the company didn't have a problem with alcohol being consumed on the premises out of work time, but I didn't expect to find a perfectly stocked up bar in her office. I took some ice from the fridge, poured a generous amount of gin, and splashed it with some of her fancy tonic water. When I returned to her, she took a sip and placed the glass on a side table. "Wow! You know how to pour a G&T, don't you? This is strong!" she commented. "Now it's time to see if this outfit works. Why don't you sit on that armchair and give me a few minutes?" Eileen turned on some old electronic ambient music and disappeared into a small changing room similar to what you would see in a shop. I thought that if she usually had models trying clothing on, she needed a safe space for them to change, so I was less than surprised to see such a facility there. A few minutes later, she opened the long curtain of the changing room and emerged from it. The black PVC high heeled boots covered her legs up to her thighs, leaving just two inches of skin exposed before a shiny black jumpsuit enveloped her body. A wide scoop neck lined by a thin neon blue glowing necklace showed some nice cleavage. From where her short sleeves ended, two pink neon bracelets ran down to her wrists spiraling around her arms. Her dark hair was tied in a ponytail and she wore a pair of over-the-top single-visor sunglasses. If I had any doubt that the outfit came from the "naughty" range of clothing from Swish's fetish branch, a zip ran down from the position of her belly button, under her legs, and back to the top of her ass. "Wow!" Is all I could say. "The inspiration is 'Corrupted Cyberpunk Cop Girl'! What do you think?" she asked. Her voice seemed deeper and more authoritarian as if she was playing the bad cop with me. "You nailed it! I can imagine that on a banner in some part of our website, maybe for a cross-promotion!" I complimented her honestly. "Exactly my thoughts!" she said, with a smirk, while taking a long sip from her drink. She went to her bag, took something flat from her wallet, and placed it on her tongue. "Want one?" "What's that?" I asked. "It's a microdose of LSD. You stick it to the top of your mouth and it keeps you going for a couple of hours!" she explained, handing me one. "I thought we were done here!" I said as I curiously walked in her direction. My legs wobbled a bit as the gin worked its magic. "My dear, we are just starting! The best has yet to come!" With her index finger, she placed a small stamp on my tongue and told me to just glue it to the top of my mouth and forget about it. "It's your turn now!" "My turn?" I asked. "Your turn to try on something special that I put together! Time to take these plain clothes off, my dear!" I could not see her eyes under the visor, but her firm voice made me understand that she was not asking for permission. "Eileen, look, I don't think it's a good idea! I'd look silly in anything like that!" I tried to dissuade her. She came closed and closer, forcing me to take a few steps backward. I almost stumbled in my wedges when my hands hit the metal of the trolley. "Open those boxes! I had them sent from the warehouse just for you!" she commanded. "And strip!" She pushed me hard enough to force me to sit on the armchair. Cornered, I took off all my clothes except for my shelf bra and lace thong. "Keep your thong, but drop the bra!" she told me. As soon as my breasts stood free, Eileen gave me a mini-dress from the box. It was tight and thick, made of some sort of latex. Its color changed from black to blue and green as it moved under the light. I slipped into it. A wide and deep V neck showed my boobs from just above the nipples. Next, Eileen handed me a pair of fishnet stockings. "Are you serious?" I asked. "Do I look like I am joking?" she said firmly. I could feel her eyes piercing through me even if I couldn't see them. She was still in character. I wore the fishnets. The elastic bands that held them onto my legs, was partially visible below the hem of the dress. When I raised my head, I saw that she was holding a shoebox. Needless to say, she got me heels, but not any heels. It was a pair of pointy hot pink patent 5" stiletto heels with an ankle strap. Paired with the fishnet hose, those shoes could only look good on a hooker. "Stand!" she said. "And look!" She pointed me towards a mirror in a corner. Compared to what she had created for herself, my outfit was not even nearly as nice or sexy. The dress was nice and probably expensive, and it put my breasts and ass on display, but I lacked all the other curves that belong to a woman. I told her what I thought. "We are not done yet!" she said as she fetched another item from the box. It was a corset made of the same material as the dress but with some sturdy boning. Eileen told me to fasten the hooks at the front, then she walked behind me and instructed me to place my hands against the wall. And she started pulling the laces. "Is it tight?" she asked without stopping. "It is a bit t... ugh!" I got caught in mid-sentence by a pull. "Is it tight, now?" As she kept pulling I felt my waist shrinking. "Maybe that's enough for now!" I said. "Looks like this punk still has enough air in her lungs to keep complaining!" she raised her voice as she pulled some more. "Please! It's tight! It's cutting me in half! It's... damn! It's..." A couple more pulls came as I felt the straps of the corset sliding through the hooks. "It's not cutting anything! It's giving you the waist you need! Here we go!" she gave one last and very long pull, then I felt that she tied the corset behind my back. "Now, look in that mirror again!" The person looking back at me from the mirror was completely different from the one I saw just minutes earlier. Her large ass seemed huge now that her hips were as small as a wasp's. Her breasts seemed even bigger and ready to pop out of her tight dress. She had a perfect hourglass figure. I couldn't believe that the person was me. Smack! "Ouch!" I yelled when I felt a sharp pain on my right ass cheek. "What the.." Smack! Smack! Before I could turn around, two more lashes from a small riding crop landed on my ass. "What was that for?" I asked in disbelief. "Indecent exposure and theft!" Eileen said, pushing me against a wall. "What are you talking about?" I asked, honestly, as I found my balance on those sky-high heels. "Indecent exposure because you are too hot! Don't you know that it's illegal to be this hot?" she dropped the crop, grabbed my hips, and kissed me on the mouth immediately invading it with her tongue. "And theft because you stole my police baton!" "Your baton?" The words escaped my mouth as I longed for her lips to come back to mine. I felt her hand on my cock. "This baton! Looks like this girl likes her new figure! You got harder and harder as I pulled on the straps! You like that hot girl in the mirror, don't you?" she said while stroking my dick through the rubbery fabric. "I want my baton back!" With a rapid movement, she cleared her table and slammed me onto it. That's when the mix of LSD and alcohol kicked in. The experience was surreal. This police girl from the future was arresting a punk girl, freeing her cock from under her skirt, and sucking on her nipples. The cop's and the hooker's legs were intertwined in a fight of pink and black heels. Pink and blue neon lights twisted and turned over the two as the police girl sucked on the punk's cock and then lowered herself on it. Was it electronic music or the sound of sirens that gave the cop the pace? The two embraced, kissed, tongue fighting with tongue, nipples touching nipples, cock sliding in and out of the wet cop's pussy as their legs were locked together. Then the punk got on top and held the cop at her waist while drilling into her with all her strength and stamina. They went at it for almost twenty minutes until they sat on the table, still one inside the other, holding each other's waist, letting their nipples touch, kissing even more, until they both exploded in the most incredible orgasm. The adrenaline of my orgasm woke me up from that lucid dream and the same must have happened to Eileen. "Tony, you are so hot!" she said with sincere eyes finally free from the visor that she lost somewhere while we made love. "Eileen... I... I don't know what happened!" My mind had yet to clear out. "Something amazing happened! That's it!" she said and slowly got off the table. Eileen disappeared into the changing room while I pulled up the neck of my dress over my breasts. I got off the table and took another look at myself in the mirror. There were some tears in the fishnet stockings that reinforced the punk look, but what I couldn't take my eyes off was the shape of my waist. It was very thin. Since the girls tricked me into getting the breast implants and pumping them up, I always recognized my masculine image in the mirror because I lacked feminine proportions, but that day I looked nothing like my former self. The tight dress exaggerated all my curves and even my breasts looked bigger than they already were. For some weird reason, that thought didn't scare me as much as it should have. Eileen came out of the changing room wearing her everyday clothes and started cleaning the large table with wet wipes. "I think it's time to go home! Ready?" she asked. "I am not going to leave this building dressed like a cheap hooker!" I said. "Punk!" she corrected me. "Punk, whatever! Help me take these clothes off so you can put them back in storage!" I told her. "Those are yours! They are the wrong size for my models and, besides, I am sure that they could do with a good clean!" she commented. "I'll show you how to take the corset off!" She unfastened the laces behind me and then undid the hooks in the front. I took off the pink heels, stockings, and the dress, and quickly put on my bra. Before I could wear my top she stopped me. "Put this back on first!" she handed the corset back to me. "Why?" I asked. "I like you in it. That's why! Or should I get the crop back to convince you?" she whispered as she came close to me. Her lips softly kissed mine and, with a quick and expert movement, she fastened the corset around my waist. She gave a gentle pull from the front, then she handed me the two strings coming from the back. "This is the left side, pull it with your right hand. And pull the right one with your left." she guided me and I could feel my body shrinking inside the corset. "Then make a knot behind there! Done! It wasn't that hard, was it?" I faced the mirror once more. Although the effect wasn't as extreme as when she did the lacing, I was once again sporting a feminine hourglass figure. "That's a nice underbust corset! You have three more in here!" she handed me a bag from the trolley. "Also, your crop top won't work with it. I got you some longer tops, a couple of pants, and a few more things. Put this top on!" She gave me a rather frilly purple knit sweater with a wide scoop neck. It was long enough to cover my hips and tight enough in the waist to hug the curves created by the corset. "That's better!" she said as she packed my crop top and wedges into another bag. "I'll need those shoes! By the way, I think I left my trainers here on Friday!" I remembered. "Oh, those were yours? Sorry! I thought that they were some part of an old set and I threw them away with other pieces of the scenography! Oops!" Then she looked at the wedge boots in her hands. "Why would you need these? You have those!" she said, pointing at the pink stilettos. "You expect me to wear those out?" I rolled my eyes. "They'll disappear under your jeans anyway! You look good in them! Besides, you should get used to wearing them as I have a few more ideas for other sets..." Once again she came closer and kissed me on the lips. Our tongues danced for few minutes, then I wore the pink heels and followed her to the elevator. While it is true that the shoes were almost invisible under my flared long jeans, there was no way to hide the loud clicking noise of the heels when we walked past the guard sitting at the reception. He was too busy reading something on his phone and he casually waved at us as we got out of the building. I drove home very carefully that evening. My head was still buzzing from the alcohol and the LSD, and my five-inch heels took a while to get used to. By the time I walked into the house it was already dark outside. Angela was walking down the corridor when I opened the door. "Tony! What happened?" she immediately asked. "Don't ask! Long story!" I tried to avoid the conversation. "Your boobs look bigger! Did you get a fill?" she continued. "Does it look like a Thursday to you?" I joked. "It's this thing!" I knocked on the steel boning of the corset under my clothes. "Your waist looks amazing! And those heels are to die for! I thought pink was more my thing than yours!" Her eyes sparkled in awe when she saw my shoes. "Where have you been?" "I went back to the office. One of my colleagues had some fun... Let me get changed for dinner!" I once again tried to get out of that conversation. "No way! Drop your bags and come into the kitchen. The food is ready! I made some fish! Well, it's pre-cooked, but it smells delicious!" She took my hand and led me to the table. I walked as fast as my heels allowed. The fish was nice and we ate it with a glass of white wine. Although it wasn't a large meal, I felt immediately full. The corset was compressing my stomach, forcing me to eat less. Angela asked many questions about that afternoon. I told her that a friend of Lisa gave me some advice and some clothing on Friday and asked me to go back. I talked about the 80s style, but I intentionally left out the part where we had sex. Angela was friends with Kimiko and I didn't want her to pass on that information. As I showered before I went to bed, the smell of sex filled the steamy air. My hands ran up and down my breasts and ass, something that I used to see as weird. But that evening, I realized that in the few weeks since I had those enhancements I had had more sex than in the two years before. When the whole surgery madness started, I was afraid that girls would see me as a freak and avoid me for the rest of my days. Instead, Sarah, Eileen, and Kimiko seemed obsessed with my new shape and even eager to help me achieve a more feminine look. Those thoughts dominated my mind until I slipped on a fresh pair of panties and, gently playing with my nipples, I fell asleep in bed. ------------------------------- I woke up that Monday morning with a lot of energy and I went through the bags that Eileen gave me the day before. The first thing I touched, were the three new corsets. Then came several tops, some knitted, some made of viscose, a few short ones, and a few more long enough to cover my hip. There were two pairs of trousers, one made of denim and one made of a heavy less stretchy fabric, both with flared legs. I found my wedge trainers, which at that point were the most masculine pair of footwear I had left, and the black patent three inches high heels that I chose not to wear the previous Friday. I picked a set of skin-colored bra and thong panties from my drawer and I wore a pale pink corset, lacing it up as Eileen showed me. I tried on the new thick slacks, which were in plum color, and I was surprised to find that they had three buttons and a high waist that rode over the lower hem of my corset. I chose a light purple knit top because I thought that it was the one that clashed the least with the color of the rest, and I found it to be nice and warm. The neck didn't show nearly as much as the scoop top I had worn that Sunday, and I was somehow relieved since the corset and the bra were pushing my breasts high up. On the other hand, the elastic waist was enhancing my hourglass figure. I checked my reflection. With my earrings still dangling from my lobes, I looked like a slightly androgynous girl, more feminine than masculine. I grabbed my wedges but, as I was putting them on, I thought that their bulky soles would not match the rest of my clothes. It took me a few minutes to get used to walking in the three inches heel shoes. And it took me even longer to learn how to drive in them. Unlike the pink heels, the black ones didn't have an ankle strap, and sometimes they felt like my nyloned feet were about to slip out. Also, while the taller heels would plant themselves firmly into the rubber under the pedals, three inches weren't enough to cover that distance and I had to hold the tip up and use the arch of the foot to accelerate and brake. I got out of the car, took a deep breath, and walked into the office. Not a weird look came my way. I sat at my desk and started working. Not a sign that anyone noticed anything out of the ordinary. At 11 AM, I walked to the coffee machine to get my fix. "Tony! Looking sharp today! Going for purple?" Mike said when he saw me coming his way. "I'll pour a cup for you. One sugar, right?" "Yes, thank you!" I studied him to see if I could catch any sign of sarcasm in any word he said. "What do you think about my purple? Does it work?" I tried to stay on the subject and pressure him to get a reaction. "Works on you better than it would on me! That's for sure! I once had a purple tie but nothing that went with it. Maybe a couple of Raptors t- shirts when I was a kid... I am not sure!" He said, just as he would chat about anything else. "I have seen the new libraries you added to the website's code yesterday! I think they'll work great and save us a lot of time! Brilliant work!" "Brilliant indeed! Look at that top of yours!" Sarah appeared from behind me. "Dangerous curves ahead!" "Did you see the code, Sarah?" Mike asked her. "Sure, I have! I'm already working on the integration! Good job, Tony!" she continued. We chatted some more about work, then we all went back to our desks and nothing else wordy of note happened. To be honest, nothing much happened throughout the whole week. I had a couple of close conversations with Sarah about how the corsets were making my breasts look bigger, and I mean very private conversations in the toilets, but nothing worth getting into details about. I checked on Eileen to see what she was up to, but she was too busy with work. Even Lisa had gone silent. It was just "another week at work" and the only person that felt almost weird about me being dressed in heels and women's clothes was just... me. I relaxed a lot and, by the time the next Thursday afternoon came, wearing those outfits to work became second nature. --------------------------- Thursday arrived and when I got home from work I couldn't wait to see Kimiko again. In a new bag from work, I had my new outfit for the night. I kicked off my black work shoes, which is what I started calling my 3" black patent, and prepared the new five inches black sandals next to the bed. I took a quick shower and I wore a black bra and thong, a black underbust corset, and the long black cocktail dress I bought that week at Swish with my 90% discount. The shape that the corset was giving to my waist made the silky dress bend in all the right places, and it gave me a perfect silhouette. Remembering some of Angela's lessons, I applied some foundation, eyeliner, blush, mascara, and lipstick, and I was ready to go. Before heading out into the living room I lingered a bit longer in front of the mirror. I don't know what the other girls saw in me but, as a guy, I would have made a move on myself without a doubt. Some weird ideas formed in my mind, and I had some questions for Brigitte. "The girls will be a few minutes late! Fancy a warm-up?" I heard Angela call from the kitchen. I joined her for a glass of wine. She looked amazing in a shiny hot pink mini-dress that seemed to come out from Eileen's imagination. Her recently updated breasts were on display through the deep V cut and a familiar pair of pink shoes encased her feet. "Do I know those?" I asked. "Don't worry! They are not yours! But they are like yours! Lisa helped..." she confessed. "When I saw them on Sunday I knew I needed a pair!" We both giggled. The rest of the group arrived shortly after. Brigitte and Kimiko wore almost matching mesh and lace dresses. Kimiko seemed to have made a few alterations to better show her bosom. Lindsay wore a very professional white pantsuit with nothing underneath apart from a pair of extremely expensive-looking black shoes. They all complimented me for how the dress fit and Kimiko touched my waist to understand where the magic came from. "I heard you met Eileen again!" Lisa said. "I did. She gave me a few ideas..." I told her, trying to avoid any detail. "She's a great girl, isn't she? She truly has an eye for great outfits!" she continued. "I guess she's a lot of fun when nobody else is around..." Angela yelled for help as one of the bottles refused to pop. "Sorry, duty calls!" I told Lisa, happy to have a way out of that conversation. My dress swished as I turned, and it flew as I strode towards the kitchen. The night continued between chatter and laughter. It would have been quite boring if the extra bottles of bubbles hadn't been opened. We played some music and a few of us danced some of the alcohol away. When we finally stopped and the pace of the night seemed to slow down once again, I was feeling tipsy. "So, who wants a fill tonight?" I asked out loud. The music stopped and all the others looked at me in silence. I sobered up in a split second. "Did I say something wrong?" I asked, almost whispering. The blood running through my head made me feel as hot as burning ambers. "Well, it's usually me offering when I have some stuff with me. I am not a saline dispenser!" said Brigitte, visibly annoyed. A look of disapproval was painted on all the girls' faces, including Kimiko. Brigitte came close to me. "What did I say about being greedy? I certainly didn't expect it from you, though!" she told me. "I'll tell you what I'll do. And you can thank the alcohol for it, or curse it. I indeed brought some equipment with me and some saline too, but the last time you had more than anyone else, so they all have priority this time. They have 450cc in them..." she pointed at Angela ad Kimiko. "... while Lindsay has 375cc! They can decide what they want to do and how much to get. After them, you'll take all the rest. Within safety limits! Deal?" "How much do you have with you in total?" I asked, worried. "I am not entirely sure, to be honest. I grabbed a few syringes from the lab! So, deal?" she asked again. There was a lot of wrong going on. First of all, I was a guy practically begging her to make my boobs bigger. Second, I had no idea of how much more I'd end up getting. The only safety net seemed to be that Brigitte would never harm any of us intentionally. I imagined for a second what Kimiko, Sarah, and Eileen would say if I had bigger boobs, then I stared at Brigitte's eyes and agreed. "Deal!" I confirmed. "So, who wants a top-up?" Lisa turned around and asked the other girls. It looked as if the heavy atmosphere had suddenly lifted. Kimiko and Angela both jumped forward. "Me me me!" they both said. "Is it safe at my stage?" asked Lindsay. "We'll make sure it is safe if you want some!" Brigitte told her. "Remember that the last time we added 75cc per side and you almost ended up in pain! Come, let's have a look!" Brigitte inspected the redhead's breasts. "They are still a bit hard. Let's go slow and do 25cc per side, shall we?" she suggested. "Sure!" Lindsay said, happy to be able to get a new fill. She sat down in the armchair. The surgeon and Kimiko sat down at her sides with two small syringes of saline solution in their hands, which they connected to the ports. "Here we go!" Brigitte said, nodding at Kimiko to start at the same time. "I feel it! Oh, it's so nice!" Lindsay closed her eyes. "It's a bit like the last time. I love it, but I think I can't take more of it!" The two girls pushed the last bit of solution through the ports, then closed them and cleaned the area. Lindsay stood and freed the armchair. "They feel heavier! This is so hot!" she said while walking to the other side of the room with her brand new 400cc boobs in her hands. Angela was next. Being the impatient person that she was, she asked to inject as much as she could take. "Sorry, Tony! There may be nothing left for you!" she told me, laughing. Our Asian friend and her boss connected one 50cc syringe per side and, slowly, started pumping the liquid into Angela's body. "That's so good! I can feel the cold new liquid going in! I love it! Keep going!" she said, biting her lip. "Ouch... wait... I think that's already it!" she stopped Brigitte when the syringe was almost empty. "Well done, Angela! Knowing when to stop is the most important thing! We only have a couple of CCs left in here, let's push through. You won't even feel the difference!" Said Brigitte before she pushed the last tiny bit of liquid into her. "That's 500cc in total for you." My housemate left the armchair to go and compare notes with Lindsay. They started weighing each other's breasts slowly and soon ended up kissing. "My turn!" Kimiko sat in the chair. "Lisa, would you give me a hand?" Brigitte asked. "Sure!" the brunette responded. "I know that you want to do this to Kimiko here but, don't worry, you'll have all the fn very soon!" Brigitte teased me and then looked at our Asian friend "How much do you want to do?" "Fifty is OK. Like Angela!" said Kimiko. They connected the two syringes to the ports under her armpits and got ready to start. "Lisa, push very slowly. Kimiko has the smallest frame here and we don't want to hurt her!" Brigitte said. They started pushing the saline into Kimiko's implants. I could see the skin on her chest become paler as it stretched out. Unlike our other friends, all she let go of was a moan every once in a while. She was clearly enjoying the experience, but she was too reserved to let it show. "That's it! How are you feeling?" Brigitte asked once the injection was over. "Full!" Kimiko said. "That's 500cc in total for you too!" Brigitte told her. I looked at her while she lifted her breasts to feel the weight. Judging by the smile on her face, she was not disappointed. All eyes turned to me. "Tony, the chair is yours!" Brigitte said. "And so is this!" She shook her bag and a few things rattled in it. "All of it!" "You promised!" Lisa said to me while pointing at the bag. "Tony! Tony! Tony!" Angela and Lindsay cheered. Kimiko stood right in front of me and put her hands around my body. I thought she wanted to hug me, but then my bra snapped. Her delicate fingers freed my chest from my bra and my dress. I sat in the chair, suddenly realizing how stupid that bet had been. "Let's do fifty, like them!" I told Brigitte. She once again lifted her bag and shook it. I understood that I had no easy way out of my bet. "I have an idea!" Angela's voice broke the tension. She grabbed a few shot glasses and poured a shot of vodka for everyone. "One bag, one shot!" "That's probably not a good...." I started objecting but everyone drank their shot eagerly. "OK, give me mine too!" I asked, and I drank it. Brigitte checked my breasts before starting the process. "It's truly amazing how elastic your skin is! It's nowhere near as stretched as I thought it'd be!" she commented. "Is that a good thing?" I asked. "It's perfect!" said Kimiko with a large smile while she plugged a syringe under my right arm. The injection started and my brain immediately fought back. Why was I doing that? I closed my eyes expecting some pain and tenderness. I felt the coldness of the new liquid mixing with the content of my implants. Then the feeling of flow inside the tubes disappeared and I reopened my eyes to look at Brigitte. "It was a joke, right? Thanks for stopping!" I said, honestly relieved to be in control. "Stopped?" she asked, showing me the empty syringe. "Fascinating! You barely felt that! What's your secret? Do you spend your days massaging them to relax the skin?" I turned to the other side where Kimiko was placing the empty container on the floor. "You are brave!" she told me. "Let's see if we have more in here!" Brigitte proclaimed while checking her bag. "Look at what we have!" She produced two more syringes. "Oh, no!" I said, lowering my eyes. Angela poured another shot of vodka and we all drank it. That one went straight to my brain. Brigitte and Kimiko plugged the new syringes in the ports and started pushing the saline into me. I once again closed my eyes. I felt the cold flow and the solution mixing with the rest, and I felt my skin begin to stretch. "Aaahhh..." I let go of a long moan. As wrong as it was, I loved the feeling of being stretched that way. "That's so hot!" I heard Lindsay say from across the room. "I can see them grow!" The weight on my chest increased. I couldn't tell if it was just the amount of saline or if I was feeling my skin pushing out. It was a mix of both and it lasted until after the syringe was fully gone. "How is our gambler feeling?" Brigitte asked. "It's heavy. Not painful, just heavy!" I reopened my eyes just to see her holding the empty container. "That's enough, right?" "Let me check!" she said as she started feeling my chest. I could feel her touch on parts of my skin that I had never associated with my breasts before. "Angela!" she called. "Shots, please!" Everyone but me erupted in a loud cheer. Vodka was poured, and shots were taken. "Are you sure that this is safe?" I asked as the plugged the third syringe in. "You are the ultimate judge. If it doesn't hurt, then it's safe! You have 400cc in there now, which is as much as Kimiko had until last week. Stop us, when it becomes uncomfortable!" Brigitte told me. The seriousness in her voice comforted me a bit. I closed my eyes again. I focused all my senses to better feel my chest and find any sign of pain. As if I was entering a deep state of meditation, every part of my brain that hadn't yet been obfuscated by the alcohol was listening to my body. I felt silence and peace, and, as a peaceful river of cold water, the liquid started flowing through the tubes and into my chest. Slowly. Silently. I could feel every drop and I was in control. "Tony! Tony! Tony! Tony!" Angela, Lindsay, and Lisa loudly snapped me out of my mind palace. The vodka flooded every part of my brain and my ability to focus disappeared right when Kimiko and Brigitte started pushing faster. It was a matter of seconds and they had already injected another 50cc and I couldn't tell if I was in pain or not. "150cc in one night! That's what I call an achievement! Most people I know would be in pain by now, but you are really taking this like a man!" Said Brigitte. She massaged the area under my breasts to make sure that everything was OK. Kimiko did the same and then they had a quick talk that I couldn't hear because every other girl in the room was still chanting loudly. I slowly reopened my eyes. Through the small shot glass filled with vodka that was being waved before me, I could see two more syringes. Behind them, Lindsay was shaking the bag upside down, to confirm that it was finally empty. "Last two!" said Kimiko. "It feels like your skin can take some more!" said Brigitte. "Are you in pain?" I searched in my head for signs of pain from my body. "Not in pain, but..." I couldn't finish that sentence. Every girl erupted in some noisy cheering and toasting. The vodka was placed next to my mouth and emptied in it. Brigitte and Kimiko plugged in the new syringes. Vodka or not, that time I felt it. As the liquid began entering my implants, my skin became tighter and tighter. My chest became heavier and heavier. I moaned for the pleasure at the beginning, but when they pushed the last bit of saline into me, I felt a small jolt of pain. "Ouch!" I cried out. "It hurts!" "That was the last bit of the last one! Wow! I can't believe you took two hundred ccs!" Bridget said. Her expression confirmed her surprise. "You now have 500cc in there. As much as Angela and Kimiko! I think you'll need some new bras!" I slowly stood from the armchair. The added weight on my chest almost made me lose my balance. The new weight, combined, was just under one pound, but it was brand new to me. I looked down and saw two massive breasts sticking out from my chest. "Oh my God!" I cupped them with my hands. They felt so heavy. "Tony, are you ok?" asked Angela with a grave tone in her voice. "I think so! Just... look at..." But I couldn't finish the sentence and they started applauding. More shots were poured. Angela and Lindsay congratulated Brigitte for the amazing job she had done on them. Kimiko took my hand and led me to the mirror in the corridor. My breasts were still hanging out of my dress, swinging under their weight with my every step. I looked in the mirror and I saw two very large and very round undeniably womanly breasts hanging from my body. With my corset still on, they looked even bigger than they were. While I couldn't believe that I agreed to that, I did not cry as I did the previous times. "Not freaking out?" Kimiko asked me. "I don't know. I know this is weird, but I don't feel bad about it!" I told her, looking into her eyes. "Not weird! Perfect!" She kissed me passionately on my lips. it was the first time that night that she had given me that sort of attention, and I felt that she only did it because she was feeling bad for me. "Look, Kimiko, I don't want you to only kiss me to make me feel better about this..." I started saying but, with a strength I didn't know she had, she pushed me into my room and onto my bed. She kissed every bit of my face, leaving lipstick marks and smearing my make up. Then she turned around, placed one of her boobs just over my mouth, and started sucking on my left nipple. The tightness, the feeling from my stretched areolas, the touch of her tongue over my enlarged nipples drove me crazy. Minutes later we were having the best sex we ever had. I took her from behind, easily sliding my cock into her wet pussy, moving back and forward making our identical boobs swing in unison. I could feel my breasts wobble on my chest with every thrust. My corseted waist held my torso straight. When I finally came, my feet were locked in position by my heeled sandals and it took every muscle in my legs and in my plastic ass to push gallons of cum inside her. Her body shook and shivered as she had a powerful orgasm the likes of which I had never seen before. I lay next to her as we both breathed hard and fast. We kissed some more and our breasts brushed. We tried to clean up a bit, touched up our makeup, and got ready to go back to the others. My breasts were too big to fit into any B cup bras I owned, and they were painful if unsupported. I went to get one of the only two C cup bras I had and I put it on. To my surprise, even that one seemed to be almost too small. "How big are these things?" I asked myself. "Those should almost be a D! Mine a double D!" Kimiko answered from behind me. "Can I borrow one of your C cups if you have another one?" "Sure!" I gave it to her. "Isn't it going to be too small for you?" "Your band is four inches larger. By sister size, one of your C cups should be like a small DD for me! See? It fits!" she explained. Her beautiful breasts were perfectly supported by the blue balcony bra. "I hope you don't mind if I wear your clothes!" And, laughing, we made our way to the living room where the other girls were preparing to leave. I asked Brigitte if we could have a word in private. "Are you unhappy with your bet, Tony?" she asked. "Well, actually, this is not about that!" I said. "The last week has been quite hectic and I realized that sometimes things would be easier for me if I had some more feminine curves..." "Interesting! Is that why you are wearing a corset tonight?" she guessed. "Kind of. Yes. If I have to carry around big breasts and a shelf bottom, I have been told that a smaller waist could help send less conflicting signals." I summed up what Lisa and Eileen told me in the week earlier. "That's not wrong! And I can help, but there is only so much I can do with quick surgeries. A tummy tuck is a quick procedure but it won't give you an hourglass shape." she explained. "Are there other options?" I asked. "There are, but they are expensive because I'd have to get the help of another surgeon." she confirmed. "I have some savings..." I suggested. "You seem to be very dedicated to the idea! Interesting! I'll put together a quote and then we'll take it from there! Enjoy your new boobs for now! It may take a while to get used to them!" she concluded. The girls left just before 1 AM. Angela and I sat on the couch in the living room while sipping the rest of the last glass of bubbles. "Can I see them again?" Asked Angela. "Sure! I've had them out all night anyway!" I joked. "Let me help you! Turn around!" she said. I sat facing away from her. She slid the dress off my shoulders and slowly snapped my bra open. "Don't turn back!" she asked. I heard the sound of fabric folding and her bra unfastening. I felt her hands touch the outside of my chest, slowly move towards the top of my breasts, and then gently cup my nipples. Her warm breasts pushed against my back as she played with my nipples, massaging my boobs with a circular movement. Her breathing accelerated. "Angela, what are you doing?" I asked, moaning slightly. "I love your boobs! I love my boobs! I love boobs, and we have an identical pair! It's so hot!" she whispered in my left ear. "I... uh... don't you think that this may be a mess? We live together..." I tried to reason, still surprised by her actions but too busy enjoying them to be able to stop her. She pulled on my shoulder to make me turn around. She placed her hands on my face, cutely squashing my cheeks. "Tony, I am not asking you to be my boyfriend or girlfriend. I just want to play with your boobs!" she said looking into my eyes. She gave me a quick peck on my mouth, and then she started suckling on my left nipple. Without letting go of it, she lay on the sofa with her head on my lap. My breasts were big enough at that point that she could suck on my nipples without having to lift her head. It looked as if I was nursing her. Her hands searched for mine, and she placed my left hand on her left nipple. "And I want you to play with mine!" she said. That weird situation had a strange layer of sweetness to it. As I was getting my nipples sucked by my housemate while caressing her large breasts in return, I looked back at all that had happened in the previous weeks. And I decided that it was all well worth it. --- TO BE CONTINUED ---