Taken Down a Size - by Sculpted (BR, Downgrade, SW, WL/WG)

[her revenge]

Excellent work, keep it up!
HR

[B$fan]

I can’t wait till she’s fat enough that even too down photos can’t hide her belly. Internet commenters can be so wonderfully mean.

[ssj3gohan007]

What do you mean by "too down" photos?

[Sculpted]

Top down, I'd wager.

[Sculpted]

It's mystery reveal day!
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The day had finally come for Katy to find out if all of her suffering for the last month had been worth it. She got up early with Mike, starting his day with rare morning sex. That was only a nice byproduct of her real intention though, to see her loving boyfriend out the door, though they both knew it was to see who picked him up. Mike wasn’t dumb and called an Uber, to Katy’s pleasure. She took her morning pill and completed her new home gym regimen, intent on adding sets or weight wherever possible.

Pleased with her revived morning routine, Katy showered, finding it difficult to manage with the medical boot, but keeping steady on the wall as it remained outside the curtain. Her first sober trip in public since her vacation ordeal began, she spent more time than usual getting her hair and makeup absolutely perfect, though the constant distraction of her breasts in the mirror cost her quite a bit of time. Seeing her girls fill their cups gave her the confidence to overcome her nerves about the doctor visit.

Finding a sexy outfit to match her glamourized face was a struggle. Nearly every top that Katy owned was designed, often custom, to cling to her every curve, which unfortunately now included the curve of her belly. After half an hour, her bed was filled with discarded outfits as she rummaged for something to hide the quivering mass on her waist. Finally, with a sigh, she once again found herself in a plain white t-shirt that hung just loosely enough over her breasts to mask her new gut. Intent on at least feeling sexy from the waist down, she matched the t-shirt with black yoga pants, though even they were difficult to pull over her medical device, leaving a small tear near her calf.

Sporting not quite the superstar look she had hoped for, Katy felt confident enough to head to the rougher side of town to see her doctor. The drive wasn’t as difficult as she had imagined, the boot barely getting in the way of her brake pedal. Thank God for automatics, she thought. Crutches under arm, she limped past the jingle of the door bell and announced herself.

“Ah, Katherine.” Dr. Verkleinern said from the back before appearing. “Oh, my.” His eyes immediately followed Katy’s new crutches down to her foot. “I suppose we have some things to discuss.” The doctor said, lacking his typical cheer. “Come on back, Katherine.”

Katy obeyed, the clatter of her crutches loud against the hollow office backdrop. Dr. Verkleinern instructed her to take a seat, to her relief.

“Did we have a tumble?” He asked nicely.

“Yeah, my heel got caught between some logs in Tahiti. It’s alright, they said I won’t need surgery, should be back on my feet in a month or two.” Katy was anxious to learn about her life-threatening disease, annoyed at the small talk delaying her exam.

“Well, I suppose that’s good.” Dr. Verkleinern seemed more distracted than usual. “Please, Katherine, remove your top. Just like last time.” Katy complied. She was again placed through a series of arm movements as the doctor examined her breasts and took notes. “Good, good.” He stood back, taking in the rest of her torso, rolls of her belly spilling out over her tight pants. “It looks as though you’ve put on a bit of weight?” It was a rhetorical, leading question.

“Yeah…” Katy blushed. She’d hoped the doctor wouldn’t mention the matter. “I went on vacation, that’s where I broke my ankle. I suppose I over-indulged. I…” Katy had spent the morning trying to decide whether to be honest about her medical mishap with the doctor, for fear of being removed from the trial. “I have to tell you something, Dr. Verkleinern. I was out of the country for two weeks and… well, I forgot my medication. I started taking it again as soon as I got back!” Katy waved her hands, trying to defend her carelessness. Dr. Verkleinern shook his head.

“That’s not good, Miss Gibson.” The doctor’s tone resembled that of when he first informed her of her diagnosis.

“You’re not going to take me out of the trial are you? I swear, it won’t happen again!” Katy pleaded, fearing the consequences of seeing a more traditional specialist.

“Hopefully that won’t be necessary. We’ll have to see. You remember our friend here?” His smile returned to his face as he motioned to the mammogram machine. Katy knew the device would be used again, but still grimaced at the memory of it’s cold, painful squeeze. She took the silent order and rose again to her feet, placing her breasts over its cool surface. The good doctor didn’t have to make adjustments this time, Katy supposed he had it set to her previous visit’s height. “Alright, hold still.” He said, as the ceiling of the device once again painfully smashed her breasts into pancakes and hummed. Katy held her eyes tight until it was over and she was once again allowed to redress and return to her seat. “I’ll be back in just a few.” Dr. Verkleinern smiled.

Katy distracted herself on her phone while she waited. She found herself checking both Mike and Beth’s Instagrams, just to make sure they weren’t still acting like best friends. Neither page had posted today, thankfully. The doctor eventually returned, placing two more scans of her breasts against the backlit wall and presenting them to Katy.

“Well, Katherine, I have good news and bad news.” Dr. Verkleinern started. “The good news, as you can see here, is that we’ve made progress.” He pointed to the scan on the left, then the right. “This is your scan from your first visit. As you can see here, the cancer tissue, that’s the white part as you’ll recall, has shrunk a bit here on the right.” Katy was elated. The treatment working was a good sign she could continue. “Now, the bad news.” The doctor once again referred to the right scan. “You haven’t made as much progress as would be expected. I can only presume that this is due to your two week lapse in treatment. I cannot stress enough, Katherine, how important it is to be strict about your medicine.”

Katy nodded fiercely. “I know, doctor! I’m so sorry. I swear, I swear it won’t happen again!” Her hands were clutched together as though begging a king for his mercy.

“I hope that’s the case. As I was saying.” Dr. Verkleinern produced two bottles of the little blue pills from his coat pocket. “I’m going to up your dosage. I fear the effects to your endocrine system’s resistance to the drug from your lapse in treatment. Hopefully this will get you back on track over the course of the next month.” Katy nodded, happy to do whatever the doctor said. “Now, with your recent injury, I suppose we should discuss the side effects of the treatment. Given the experimental nature of the drug, I’ve been recommended to only discuss them on a patient’s request, or in just such an occasion.”

Katy was befuddled. She wondered what a cancer drug could have to do with her being a ditz in heels. “What do you mean?” She asked.

“Well, Katherine, in layman terms this is a form of a SERM, with a number of changes to increase it’s effectiveness.” Dr. Verkleinern began explaining. Katy had no idea what a SERM was, but given that this was the doctor’s layman explanation, she was too embarrassed to ask. Dropping out of highschool in favor of glamour made this a not uncommon experience that she had learned to live with. The doctor continued. “Now, Katherine, I want to stress to you that you may not experience all of these side effects, and I assure you, with confidence, that they are all temporary and will end after you’ve hopefully reached remission. Do you understand?”

Katy slowly nodded. The doctor’s sincere tone unnerved her.

“Alright, I don’t want you stopping treatment because of what I’m about to say. Remember, it’s all temporary, just a few months. Potential side effects include decreased bone density, which likely contributed to your injury there. Also, changes to your sex drive, weight fluxuations and changes to your weight distribution, mood swings, changes in energy, and a possible reduction in breast size.” Katy started to interrupt, but Dr. Verkleinern put out his hand to stop her. “Typically only up to about 20%. Again, Katherine, I want to stress the word temporary.”

Katy sat back in shock. She had already broken her ankle, couldn’t get her hands off of her boyfriend or herself in his absence, had put on weight, couldn’t stand still, and would like to believe that her emotional instability was related to the effects of the drug rather than innate craziness. “So… so it wasn’t all the extra time in the gym that made them shrink?” A dejected Katy stared at the floor, talking to herself.

“I’m afraid not.” Dr. Verkleinern answered anyway. “I don’t recommend any changes to your diet or exercise until your treatment is complete. I understand that the idea of losing aspects of your femininity can be difficult, Katherine, but this is your life on the line. You’ll have to endure.” He placed a reassuring hand on Katy’s slumped shoulder. “Two a day for the next month, we’ll schedule your next appointment exactly one month out.”

Katy sighed. She had a lot of work to do to prepare. Stuffing the pills in her purse, she took her crutches in hand and rose, scheduling her next appointment and weakly thanking the doctor before heading out the door.

[Sculpted]

Katy did her best to accept, or at least ignore, her temporary fate. It would take a lot of work to hide her condition from the world, but hey, she figured, Worx was in her name. Her first trip was in the same shopping center, for a spray tan. Hobbling along, she made it inside and showed the Asian woman at the counter her most recent Instagram photo for reference. The older woman complimented Katy’s beauty in the photo in broken English and brought her to a back room. One thing this strip had going for it, if not looks, Katy realized, was convenience.

She was asked to was her carefully-applied makeup and strip yet again, to avoid tan lines. On removing her top, the old lady giggled and said something in her native language to the women outside the door. Katy could only imagine she was laughing at her recent weight gain since the photo she’d shown, but the woman was actually amused at her odd reverse-tan. Guided through the procedure, arms were held out as the woman skillfully coated her body and face in the pungent chemical. She was left a few shades darker than expected, but was told it would lighten after a shower.

Katy had never been a fan of the idea of fake tans, lumping them in the same category as fake breasts, teeth, and other things ugly girls had to do to make up for their lack of genetics. She felt gross being coated in the chemicals, but chalked it up as another struggle in her difficult life as a model. Sporting a new, dark, clearly fake tan along her solid frame gave her the appearance of a female bodybuilder, outside of the swell beneath her breasts. Silently praying that the old woman was right about the tan looking better after a bath, she paid and went about the rest of her tasks.

Fearing even more the idea of being recognized by someone she knew, Katy drove an hour to the next town over to run her planned errands. Her first trips were to clothing boutiques, where she burned her credit card on months’ worth of outfits that would show off her bust, but keep her midsection relatively covered. She felt lucky in that the aroma of the fake tan seemed to drive employees away and leave her to her finely honed skill of choosing her own outfits. By the fourth shop, the trunk of Katy’s Mercedes overflowed with expensive outfits and lingerie that she felt would suit her needs.

Next came the restaurants. She started at Starbucks, ordering a Grande Skinny Chai Tea Latte to sip on as she made the rest of her stops. McDonalds, Burger King, In-And-Out, Katy stopped at every fast food chain she drove past for a full meal of their most expensive menu item, tossing the bags in the back seat, dumping out the sodas, and keeping the cups neatly arranged in her floorboard. The smell of the awfully unhealthy food combined to such an aroma that made Katy want to vomit, even with the wind blowing through the car, making her fear she’d ruin her interior.

Katie stopped at gas stations for energy drinks, salons for a range of beauty products, vitamin stores for an assortment of pills and powders, until finally realizing she could fit nothing else in her car and heading home. Leaving the windows down, she popped the trunk and headed inside, carrying only her Starbucks cup. Thankfully, Mike was already home, downstairs playing his video games. Katy, careful not to touch anything with her tanned skin, headed down the stairs and gently removed one of his headphones.

“Babe, I went shopping today. Could you use your big, strong muscles to carry my things in from the car?” Katy’s baby voice had returned, and Mike was unable to resist.

“Sure babe, just a sec.” Mike said, eyes never leaving the screen. “Hey man, I gotta go, shouldn’t take a minute. Yeah, fuck you Peter. I’ll be right back.” He took off his headset and got off the couch, turning around to find Katy already gone. Assuming she just needed to relax after her doctor visit, Mike decided to take care of his task rather than bug her, though it seemed lately that every time they talked he got sex out of it.

The smell wafting from the car hit Mike’s nose long before the sight of the piles of miscellaneous goods hit him. “Damn… Must’ve been some bad news.” He muttered, surveying the damage. He’d seen his girl sad-shop before, but never to this extent. Not sure what to do with everything, Mike filled the kitchen island with bags of seemingly-untouched fast food, stacked the shelves of the kitchen with the various knickknacks, and hauled the mountains of clothes bags up to the bedroom, where he found the sounds of Enya emanating from the closed bathroom door.

“Hey, uh, babe?” Mike knocked on the bathroom door before trying the locked handle. “What…uhh… What are we gonna do with all this crap? And the junk food? You alright Katy?” He wasn’t sure which question he wanted answered first, or whether he wanted to know why the door was uncharacteristically locked.

The Enya stopped before Katy responded. “I’m alright, baby.” She assured him. “I just… Let’s talk when I’m done, okay babe?” Her implication that the timetable for their talk wasn’t up for discussion was made by the immediate return of the soothing music. Mike started to say something, stopped, shrugged his shoulders and went back downstairs to apologize for the length of his absence and start playing again. The two were able to finish a number of maps in peace before Katy snuck up from behind the couch, surprising Mike by laying down, looking up from his lap as he told Peter he had to go.

Katy was in rare form, wearing a skimpy lingerie set that barely left nearly nothing to the imagination and cradled her breasts in perfect teardrops. With Mike’s full attention, she played at her lip with her finger. “Baby…” She cooed. “Why do you love me?”

It was a loaded question and Mike knew it. His eyes traced every curve of her body as he considered the safest answer. “Babe, you already know why I love you.” He played it safe.

“I know, I just want to hear you say it.” Katy arched her back a bit, putting on a show.

Mike almost blurted it out, but kept his cool. “Your personality, babe. You always try to be the best, and you’re good at it.” He tapped her scalp. “I love you for what’s up here.”

Katy smiled and jumped up to straddle Mike. He was happy that he’d clearly passed his test and got ready for his reward. “We need to talk.” Katy said in a much more serious tone than the sexy kitten Mike had expected.

“Uh oh…” His brow furrowed.

“So I saw the doctor today…” Katy pouted a bit, genuinely. “I’m getting better.” She started on a positive note. “But…” The words struggled to escape her chest. “He said one of the side effects would be, and he said it was definitely temporary, but he said I might lose some of my…” Rather than finish the thought, she looked down at her breasts, cupping them. “But they’ll come back, he swore!”

Mike couldn’t hide his distraught expression. The blood flowing between his legs made the thought of losing his girlfriend’s boobs hit harder, though he tried his best to think past it. “That’s fine, baby. What matters is you getting healthy. Did…uhhh…he say how much?” Mike asked, imagining her breasts sucking down into her chest.

“Like, a size or two, at most. They’ll still be nice! And he said once I’m cured they’ll come back!” Katy paraphrased the doctor before leaning in to change the conversation with a nibble on Mike’s earlobe. “Plus, he said it makes me super horny, if you can stand that.” She whispered, pressing her body against his. Mike took it as a signal and reached for her bra strap before she pulled away and grasped his arms. “Not yet, we have some work to do, then you get a reward.” With that, she pushed off of him and grabbed her crutches leaning against the couch. “Chop chop!” She playfully commanded, heading up the steps.

[greinskyn]

How do you reply when you're left at a loss for words?

This is shaping up to be an epic TF tale. Your descriptions, the suspense, and the unknown are so above expectation!

Love the salon scene and Katy's taste of humiliation. My absolute favorite scenes have always been when hidden tummy fat gets exposed... whether it be glimpses of it pressing against the fabric of their tops or full on exposure for all to see.

Congratulations on leaving us intrigued, a bit unsure what to expect, and craving more! (Every time I read there are like 40+ others reading as well)

[Sculpted]

Thanks! I try rely on a lot of foreshadowing, while throwing out a few curveballs every now and then. It's crazy to think that things are only just beginning!

[Sculpted]

Mike, a bit sullen from the abruptly-ended teasing, followed slowly behind his girlfriend’s tight, barely covered ass as she teetered up the stairs into their wrecked kitchen. She baked in the glory of the chaos for a moment before turning back to Mike and raising her arms to either side. “This is how I stay on top.” She said proudly, as though it made any sense.

“Babe I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Mike admitted.

“It’s obvious, dummy.” Katy smiled. “We’re gonna spend the next couple of days taking all of my pictures for the next couple of months. I’m gonna hit up sponsors, take shots with their crap, and I bought enough new outfits for them all to look new!” She beamed, excited at her plan.

“Oh…” Mike looked over the mess, dreading the work that was to follow. He suddenly regretted telling Katy that he admired her work ethic. What about…” A hesitant finger pointed to Katy’s undefined abs.

“OTHER than the fact that this will be gone soon.” Katy squinted her eyes at what she perceived as an insult. “I bought outfits to hide it and distract with my boobs. It’s foolproof! Now, we’re losing sunlight. We can knock out a lot of this from here. First, you need to clean all this up. Put the crap food in the fridge and everything else up in the spare bedroom.” Katy could have passed for a drill instructor with her commands. Mike’s big shoulders slumped.

“Well what are you gonna do?” He felt short-changed in this deal.

“I’ve gotta go get done up and changed, silly!” Katy almost seemed like her old self to Mike, which was a nice change of pace, at least. She headed up the stairs as Mike began the daunting task of cleaning the mess.

Katy focused on perfecting her hair and makeup, doing her best to make the lightened spray tan look realistic with her magic. Staring at herself in the mirror, she reasoned that no one would care about her skin tone so much as her skin showing, and put on her first outfit. By the time she returned downstairs hauling a load of other outfits, the kitchen was once again spotless, though the refrigerator was bursting at the seams with food she wouldn’t dare touch. Mike was perched on the counter playing with his phone, expensive camera next to him at the ready.

The next few hours consisted of Katy taking single bites of burgers, fries, pizza, chicken, spitting almost all of them into the trash immediately after each shot. Her costumes and locations changed between each shoot, ranging from loose and low cut dresses in the kitchen and living room with food, to bathing suits for top-up shots outside with creams and sunglasses, nighties in the bathroom with cosmetics, belly-hiding yoga tops in the gym with supplements, and finally skimpy lingerie in the photo bedroom, though she remained with her belly hidden by the bed or her back from the camera for these. Mike took hundreds of photos of Katy with dozens of products, convincing her to take a few with him in the gym and outside as well.

“Are we done?” Mike asked for the fifth time as Katy rested on her belly, propped up on her elbows to display the deep cleavage of her Victoria’s Secret top. He had never been so bored of looking at his girlfriend in skimpy outfits. The pile of discarded, once-used outfits in the corner of the room was his tell that they were finally wrapping up.

Katy rose to her knees and crawled seductively over the bed toward her lover. “You take such good care of your little girl.” She put on her best defenseless girl voice as she reached for the button of his pants, sliding them off enough to reveal a surprising lack of excitement. Mike’s switch had flipped off around the third set of sexy shoots, his concentration drawn more to lighting and discretion than his subject. Katy pouted her lips and moved her hands to his shoulders. “That’s okay, baby. We can fix that.” She reached a hand back to release her pendulous breasts, flinging yet another bra into the pile and wrapping her hands around his neck. “Take me to the bedroom, I have a surprise for you.” She whispered.

Mike obliged without a word, holding Katy by her ass as she wrapped her legs around him for the journey. She could already feel him coming to attention at her touch before she was placed on the bed. “You just stand there.” Katy said, returning to all fours on their bed, swaying her ass as she crawled to her nightstand. Mike stood prone and watched the gorgeous blonde retrieve a bottle of lube and the rarely-used handheld massager from the drawer, tossing them onto the pillow.

Katy’s head lowered out of sight behind her taught behind as her fingers travelled slowly down her waist, resting between her legs outside of the thin red panties. Still bent over before him, she began massaging herself, letting out soft moans as her fingers massaged her sex. Her hips joined the show, gyrating against her hand as her moans grew more pronounced. Mike was under Katy’s spell as he watched the girl play with herself for him, a totally new move in her playbook.

She paused just long enough to roll over on her back and slide her panties down her legs, leaving them hanging just above her boot. Left hand continued playing with herself while the other turned on the massager. Its loud buzz mixed with her porn star moans as she slid it between her legs, raising the intensity of her display of pleasure. Katy felt the bed move and looked down past her breasts to find Mike crawling toward her. “Not yet.” She panted, sounding close to climax. Mike whimpered, erection bouncing in the free air with his heartbeat, and left the bed.

Katy grabbed the lube and now-wet massager and returned to her knees to crawl back to her love. Her face was flush with excitement as she stopped at the end of the bed and handed the bottle to the eager Mike before sliding her knees apart, resting on the massager. Her hands found the bed behind her, leaning back in a yoga position to thrust her chest out invitingly as she grinded her hips against the vibrator. Mike took the invitation, pouring a load of the lube over her chest and massaging it over her massive tits. Katy returned his massages with louder moans, humping the toy against the bed as her head rolled back.

Unable to hold back any longer, Mike slid his dick between her shining breasts, holding them tight as his excitement took over control of his hips. Katy’s moans became screams as her hips bucked against the massager in time with Mike’s furious pounding of her chest. The added sights and sounds of his girlfriend getting off to his cock buried between her fat melons was too much for Mike, who shot a long-awaited load of his seed along Katy’s neck and chin, spilling down onto her chest. His reaction finally sent Katy over the edge herself, legs contracting around the pleasure device as she screamed through an orgasm, instinct kicking in as her lips fell to the salty head of Mike’s dick beneath her chin until it slipped from her reach, growing soft in the expanse of her cleavage.

Katy enjoyed the aftershocks provided by the toy while Mike recovered until she eventually fell back onto the mattress, looking like a beautiful sex doll left used and discarded. Mike’s cum trickled down the slopes of her breasts as she relaxed, in no hurry to clean up. He finally crawled onto the bed to lay beside his porn star girlfriend, still aroused at the state of her. “Damn…” He muttered.

“Round two?” Katy smiled, squeezing her slippery breasts together and straddling him.

[ssj3gohan007]

Another awesome couple of chapters! Katy met with the doctor and elects to spill the beans, so to speak, and just as I predicted, the doctor doubled the dosage of the pills! Outstanding! It seems the drug is an enhanced Selective Estrogen Receptor Modulators, which could potentially block estrogen from reaching her breasts and shrink her glandular tissue. It is in fact used to treat Cancer, but unfortunately for Katy she probably doesn't actually have Cancer in the first place so it will just end up permanently ruining her breasts. With the drug taking care of her glandular breast tissue and her exercising taking her of the fatty tissue, she could stand to lose much more than 20%

I wonder what the junk food and the supplements and vitamins are all for? I am guessing the vitamins and supplements are to try to counter the shrinking of her breasts. The junk food is only going to cause her to gain weight. Which she would try to burn off with an increased exercise regime that would burn off even more fat from her breasts.

As for the clothes that highlight her chest, that's going to be counterproductive once she's flat as a board...