by Sculpted » Fri Jun 11, 2021 5:43 am
Morning brought about a round of the most enthusiastic sex the pair had had in a while, as Katie rediscovered her ability to take pleasure in life. Before the truth that came with the rising sun, Katie’s body was hidden from sight, which gave her more confidence and allowed Mike to pretend his old girlfriend was on top of him. He kept his hands on her hips for fear of breaking the delusion for both of them.
Katy kept the light off as she climbed out of bed to hide behind the bathroom door before turning on the light to shower. The extra attention she once paid to her full breasts had become avoidance lately, eyes trained on the shower wall as she scrubbed the rest of herself down. Reality finally presented itself to the girl when she dried off, forcing her to rub the towel down her sagging breasts on its journey below. Katy no longer felt comfortable parading her naked body before getting dressed, instead wrapping herself tightly in the large towel, holding an arm beneath her chest as a makeshift Wonderbra before opening the door.
Mike still lounged in bed, phone screen illuminating his groggy features.
“Get up, sleepy, time to start the day!” Katy sang in a childish voice, masking the daily devastation of her morning routine. She hoped to get him going and out of the room so she could get dressed in private.
Mike smiled, happy to see his girl’s spirit still light, given her recent mood swings. He threw the covers off and sprang out of bed, filled with the energy of their morning acrobatics. Not sharing Katy’s shame, he approached her, still naked, for a kiss. “Morning, beautiful.” He said, softly, gazing into Katy’s bright blue eyes. “I love you.”
Katy melted. It meant so much to her to hear her loving boyfriend say that, almost enough to make her forget about everything else. She wrapped her arms around his thick shoulders and kissed him deeply. Her towel lost its purchase as they hugged, falling to the ground around her feet. Katy shrieked and scrambled to grab it, bunching it up in front of her chest before staring at Mike in fear.
Shocked at the unexpected display of horror, Mike stepped back, eyes wide. Katy was a blur as she scrambled before him, left catching her breath and staring at him as though he were a ghost. “What the hell!?” His immediate reaction preceded the realization by just a second before softening to a look of pity. His hand met Katie’s shoulder. “It’s alright, Katy. You don’t have to hide from me, it’s not like I don’t know what’s going on.”
The confidence boost she had gained behind the linen cloak was lost. Katy’s head dropped as she shuffled past Mike to his drawers to hide inside one of his large shirts, only dropping the towel as it fell over her chest. With the heightened awareness that came with her return from total apathy, she realized that even with the loose shirt hiding their size, her slightly downturned, lower nipples revealed her secret. Though Katy had grown to detest her once-favorite article of clothing, she relented, blindly cinching one of her F-cup bras around her waist beneath the shirt, awkwardly shuffling to get it over her shoulders and breasts. When the curious maneuver was complete, she looked almost normal, though the rim of the bra was evidence to anyone familiar that it was too large for the girl.
Satisfied as she could be with the veneer, she forced a smile toward her silent, patient man. Mike was as relieved to see the smile, and happy that he could pretend he wasn’t looking at a lie.
“You’ve got a lot of work to do today, huh?” Mike hoped to continue cashing in on his gift to keep Katie’s mood from falling. It was effective, drawing a big smile from her face.
“Yeah I do! I guess I have to figure out how it works before I announce it.” She twirled a soggy strand of hair as she pondered.
“Maybe you should get dolled up, babe. I know you’re not leaving the house or anything, but you know how much better you feel when you get pretty.” Mike suggested. It wasn’t the insult it sounded, Katie had always called doing her hair and makeup ‘getting pretty,’ despite being a natural beauty already. “And maybe, uhh… put on some panties.” He laughed, nodding at her bare legs sprouting out from the too-long shirt.
Katie giggled. “I should probably order more. I keep snagging them on this stupid boot and tearing them. God I hate this thing.”
Mike saw an opportunity to get out of the house and go to one of the few stores he enjoyed shopping with Katy, Victoria’s Secret. “I could go get you some after the gym, it’s no big deal. How much longer do you have in that thing?” He knew the answer, but figured it best to distract her from his ulterior motive.
“Like a month, I think. And would you, baby? You’re so good to me.” Katy beamed. “In the meantime, I guess I’ll just have to wear some old pair…” Her voice dropped an octave as she turned to the discarded clothes pile and bent down at the waist, pulling the shirt up just enough to expose her still-perfect ass. Mike licked his lips and took a step forward before stopping.
“Babe, you know I love your ass, but I really got to… Well… No, no I gotta get to the gym.” Mike tore his eyes away and turned his attention to his drawers to rummage for clothes. Katy pretended to pout, but knew Mike couldn’t fake the struggle between his brain and penis, which was all she wanted.
The two got dressed and Katy sent Mike on his way as she prepared her smoothie and pills. She wanted to forego her morning exercise in favor of getting started with her new business, but the raging energy bubbling inside her wouldn't allow it. She pushed herself a bit harder than the day before, as she had every day, which began to show in her arms, back, and abs. The added support of the bra was nice, though constantly having to readjust it as she bounced around in the huge cups irritated Katy, as did the tight strap around her midsection.
Plopping down on the couch, Katy grabbed her laptop and began a deeper dive on her new website. It seemed simple enough, consisting mostly of advertisements for her services, dotted with photos of the woman she once was. She decided to try out the consultation request form, which asked fairly invasive questions about height, weight, age, measurements, current workout routine, etc. as well as requiring a photo upload to hit send. She filled it all out with fake information and switched to her email, clicking refresh constantly for five minutes before checking her spam folder, returning to her inbox, and refreshing more. Nothing came through. She couldn’t announce a business like this, she realized, but lacked any kind of technical knowledge to know what the problem might be.
Normally, any computer questions Katy had would go straight to Peter, but the thought of calling him gave her pause. Though Mike seemed to have resumed at least superficially normal relations with his friend, Katy hadn’t spoken to either of them since that night. She filled out the form again, with more realistic information and a photo of a random woman she found online, wondering if maybe there was some kind of detection that it was a fake submission or something, but still no email came. Finally, she gave in and picked up her phone to call Maria.
“My baby girl!” Maria answered the phone with confidence, clearly feeling closer to Katy than ever before.
“Hey, Maria.” Katy tried to match Maria’s tone as best she could.
“How are you! I have heard your treatment is not going so well, are you okay? What can I bring you?” Maria sounded more like a concerned mother than a sultry vixen.
“Yeah, I haven’t been feeling the best.” Katy lied. Physically, she felt better than ever, though emotionally she was still a wreck. “Mike’s been taking good care of me, though.”
“You are lucky to have him, Katy.” Maria interrupted.
“Yeah. That’s actually kinda why I called. I guess Peter told you about the new website he helped Mike with?” Katy was sure he had, given that he clearly told Maria everything that went on in his life.
“Yes! How is that going? Do you love it?” Maria’s pride in her husband was visible through the phone.
“Well, I have a techie problem. Is Peter around?” Katie didn’t want to get sucked into prying questions about her situation, fearing the crafty woman’s quick tongue could bring her to admit things she didn’t want to.
“Yes, of course, he’s down in his little ‘man cave.’” Sarcasm filled the receiver at the phrase. Maria’s distant voice could be heard calling Peter up from the basement, followed by a pause before he picked up.
“Hey Katie, having some issues?” Peter, unlike his wife, sounded like the same professional IT guy he always did when she spoke to him over the phone, a habit picked up from years in the industry.
“Yeah. First I wanted to thank you so much for helping get the site together, I love it!” Katy started with a compliment.
“Hey, no problem. My buddy did most of the real work, I just stitched everything together and put a bow on it.” Peter downplayed his own role.
“There’s just a little problem. I tried out the consultation request thing and it never sent me an email. Can you help with that?” Katy asked, hopeful that it was a simple fix.
“Well, that’s not a little problem.” Peter chuckled. “Kind of the whole point, isn’t it? That could be a number of things. It might not even be the site, could be your spam filter, though I swear I tested the messages out against some blacklists and they were fine…” Peter had a habit of talking himself through issues on the phone, befuddling those on the other end.
“I checked the spam folder.” Katy suggested, helpfully.
“No, I mean the serv—“ Peter caught himself and sighed. “I’ll just come over and take a look.”
Maria could be heard next to Peter. “I will come too! We can catch up while Peter plays with the computer.”
Katy grimaced. She didn’t want to be seen, much less by the only two people to have seen her naked in recent times. “Is there any way you can do it from there? I look like a mess.” While it wasn’t Katy’s true reasoning for the avoidance, it was true, as she hadn’t taken Mike’s advice to get pretty.
The voice on the phone switched back to Maria as she ripped the phone from Peter’s hand. “Nonsense! We’re coming to visit. I will make you a care basket gift and you can put on your face. No discussion!” Maria was fierce about her demands, leaving little room for Katy to argue. “Don’t worry about your boobs, I am sure they still look fine.” Maria reassured her.
Katy should have known that Mike would discuss her deflating chest in his talks with Peter about making the website. She began to wonder if she was the fourth wheel in their secret-sharing relationship. “Fine…” Katy muttered, already considering how she would hide herself from Maria’s observant eyes.
“Perfect. Go now, make yourself beautiful, we will be over soon. Love you.” Maria made a kiss sound into the phone and hung up.
Katie looked down to the ridge of her bra line in the shirt and sighed, before getting to work about herself. She started with her outfit. Stuffing one of her bras was Katy’s first instinct, but she knew that if Mike had told them about her shrinking, Maria would call her out, which was attention to the issue she didn’t want. Undergarments flew out of drawers, most landing on the bed, as she tossed out one selection after another. Shoved in the back of one of her bra drawers, Katy finally came across an old neon-green sports bra labelled as a 32F. While her current bra demonstrated that it was too large for her, she reasoned it would give a better hold than anything else she owned, so it was set aside.
None of her form-fitting tops would work anymore, she knew. Even her loose shirts would do little but make her appear more flat-chested in the bra. She glanced over the pile of belly masking discards in the corner and had a realization, she had abs again. Prominent, distracting abs, at that. Her mind shifted from hiding her failing assets to displaying what she still had. Pulling off Mike’s shirt, she unclasped the bra that had been digging into her back, though not her breasts. Gravity pulled her girls away from her with the sag that she didn’t expect to accompany them for years. It was quickly replaced by the sports bra which, while not tight, served to cover and lift her breasts considerably, while showing off the rest of her muscular torso. Going with the theme, Katy completed the outfit with a simple pair of black yoga pants to make the most out of her curvy legs and ass.
With the hard part down, Katie went to work in the bathroom perfecting her hair and face. Despite the week without practice, she picked up the art again like riding a bike. Hair curled, lipstick and makeup applied, she looked like her old self above the taped-on paper. Still, she couldn’t help but stare down at her chest. She had to know.
Cautiously, Katie removed a couple of the pieces of paper, careful to maintain the tape so she could replace them after. With a deep breath, she looked at the reflection. The woman that stared back would have caught eyes, but not caused accidents. The smaller sports bra did its job in holding her boobs where they should be, but compressed them down to what would have passed for double D’s. She couldn’t remove her eyes from the neon mounds on her chest, not looking much bigger than the reflection she focused on far too often in the mirror in her room back at her parent’s house. It was a defeating sight to Katy, though one that most women would still kill for.
Outside of her chest, her abs were more defined than ever, and her arms even showed a fair amount of muscle. She flexed, surprised at how much they popped in the mirror. It was more definition than she typically liked, but given the state of her chest, she appreciated them. Finally, she could bear her own reflection no longer and replaced the papers.
Katy had one final scheme to pull off before the two arrived. She turned the thermostat down to 64, hoping that the high-end unit could at least get close by the time they showed up. With the excuse that it was cold, she reasoned it would make sense to wrap herself in a light blanket, giving her one more layer of obfuscation armor. Her plan was finally complete, leaving her to wait on the couch for her guests.