Chapter 12

On Monday morning she woke and felt it had all been a dream. She remembered the rubber cap. The doctor had warned her not to leave it in for too long. Stretching her middle finger she hooked her nail under the rim and pulled it out. The smell was incredible... It reminded her of the vets surgery and sex... Standing at the mirror she looked at her body. It could only be described as statuesque... Two massive breasts, a thickening waist and a pear shaped bottom. She loved it. She wondered how big she could become. All her clothes clung to her frame now. She would have to have a shopping spree to get the next size up. She had plenty of money due to her new found employment...

Whilst shopping she found the corset shop that Joe had told her about. Going in she was approached by the owner. "Can I help you, madam?" she enquired. Lisa asked to look at some new bras. "I'll just get you properly measured, we may have to make them to order for a figure like yours." Taking the tape measure she put it around her bust and took several measurements and noted them on a pad.

"What size am I?" She asked.

"I make it a 36 J, my dear. We haven't much stock in that size I'm afraid. But we can make you anything you want if you can wait a week or so." Lisa looked at what she had in stock and bought a huge black bra and matching panties with a suspender belt. She looked at the Basques. They were what she was really after to help entertain her clients. They had none in stock in her size but she ordered three, one in black and red lace, one in white with blue lace and one in a deep crimson red. The shop owner's husband arrived and Lisa was aware that he was watching her intently. She was used to that now, every man looked at her.

After a few minutes he came up to her and said," Have you ever considered modelling, my dear?"

Lisa said she hadn't. He winked, "Well I've got a proposition for you. If you would model a range of our clothing for us so we can create a catalogue of what we sell here, you can have your order for a quarter of the price. What do you say?"

As the Basques alone were £50 each she readily accepted. They measured her entire body and arranged for a complete set of bras, knickers, Basques and body suits to be made in her size. When they had arrived, she would be called to model them at a professional photographers. Lisa was delighted. She would get some of the most erotic underwear she had ever seen for a fraction of the price. Not a bad deal. Before she left with what clothes there was in stock she asked," Tell me. What is the biggest bra size there is?"

The woman answered, "Well the biggest bra was a 54N for a customer of ours. But she was a very obese woman. She was all fat, unlike you, you've just got a fabulous figure. I'm surprised you're not already a model."

Lisa thought of the saline solution, all 2 litres of it... "Can you make me a black bra in a 36N?"

"Well, yes we can, but whatever for?" asked the man.

"I... 'er... I'm thinking of starting a family this year, and if my bust increases, I think that's about the size I'll become." She lied.

The man laughed, "If you become that size I'll make it for you for nothing. You wouldn't be able to stand upright."

Lisa asked him to make one anyway and he laughingly agreed. "I'd love to see you fill it though! See you in two weeks."

Lisa was pleased with her morning's shopping trip and went into Corks for a bar snack. Her appetite had doubled due to the hormone and steroid treatment. As she walked into the bar she noticed all conversation stop as people noticed her. She had that effect everywhere she went as well. Nonchalantly pretending not to notice she ordered a steak sandwich and lager and sat in the window seat. She chuckled internally as she realised that she could easily charge £100 an hour if any of these guys wanted her for sex.