011 Hmmmm, well that's exciting yet expected.
As time went on New Years 2016 came and passed with a new routine reliably in place. Work, gym, Dr's visits, occasional date when I had time and the guy wasn't a creeper. The dates didn't go past dinner usually, there were a few guys from the gym that I did go out with but I wasn't nearly as brazen as I was with the tall, muscular guy that I gave a hand job to a few months back. Incidentally as I never saw him in the gym again, at least not while I was there in with the after work crowd, I eventually thought of it as a good thing as I didn't want that type of reputation. I was still technically married to Brandon and separated. We texted infrequently, usually about taxes, which was why we're still married. But rarely just to say hi and check on the other. I was still hung up on going too far with dating and the things it leads to because I was technically still married.
I asked Brandon about when he thought we could make things final. He responded the next day, saying that after the 2018 tax season was over. By then he would be in a position to be divorced without getting just raped by the IRS. Never having done my own taxes in my life I didn't argue or question.
Besides he'd never given me a reason to not believe or mistrust him while we were separated. All the things happened as he said about the condo and the bank account. I guessed that his HVAC business was doing well, in 2015 he deposited $175,000, and in 2016 $203,000. I had no idea that he meant that much per year when he said he wanted me to live 'comfortably'! Holy hell I thought after the first one, and texted him asking if that was right and if he meant to deposit that much. All I got back was a kissy smiley face and a thumbs emoticons. Talk about relieved about my money concerns living in Los Angeles on a single income.
By this time my Dr had reduced my appointments for my expander fills to once every month. Apparently as I was going to the gym regularly as my pectoral muscles got more toned and stronger, with a little size increase they didn't stretch as easily. I wasn't muscular and didn't want to be, I also didn't have the completely smooth body that the swimsuit models in the magazines had. I was still slender and toned with a, still feminine, amount of muscle definition. I definitely had 6 pack abs, but just well defined enough to look like I took my body very seriously, because I did and still do. The same was with the rest of my body, arms, legs, back. I'd even gotten compliments from the trainers at the gym, when I wore the occasional outfit that was more revealing than my usual ones, about my symmetry and definition. This was always followed up with a pitch for training, billed hourly of course, so I could put on more muscle mass and maybe go to competitions. But I had no interest in that for myself. Now the guys in there that were in to that, that's another story. A few looked like the Incredible Hulk it was unreal. A few women would make comments about them being too big or too cut and vascular. But usually not me, for me watching them workout and especially practice their posing in the mirror was an instant turn on and almost always led to wet panties. Even a few times I had to go to the locker room and masturbate because I was so turned on it almost hurt.
After talking with my Dr I reduced the weight I used on my chest exercises by about half. Not enough to lose muscle tone but enough to keep them in shape. Besides I didn't need well developed chest muscles my under the muscle expanders were looking great and the muscle tone ensured that they were well supported. I could easily go without a bra but still had a slight jiggle. After easing back on the weight my chest muscles definitely didn't feel as hard as they were a couple of months ago. And they started to droop just a bit when I took my bra off. Which was perfect to stretch the muscles and make more room for the expander fills. After those couple of months I was back to my every 2 week schedule with my Dr. The appointments were still pretty small in fill increments, originally about 30 CCs in the beginning when I wasn't even an A cup, now they were in the 50-80 CC range regularly.
While I was so excited about this at the same time I was still buying cheap bras as I'd need to replace them every 3-5 months. Additionally I stopped wearing a bra except for work and at the gym. And occasionally over a weekend when I felt like the muscles needed a couple of days to recover from the about 14 hours a day they weren't in a bra. On the other hand some [most] weekends I just didn't wear a bra at all. I was borderline obsessed now. Hell who am I trying to kid here, my breasts were on my mind constantly. I got to the point that even in the summer I would wear a light jacket or blazer to work and immediately go to the womens room to put my bra on, as well as taking it off about 30 minutes before I left work and just wearing the jacket til I left. Partly because I loved how they jiggled and felt while driving.
Another aspect was making sure they didn't capsulorrhaphy or harden due to the expanders. The same is true with basic implants even small ones. I knew a woman at my condo complex that had implants bringing here to about a C cup, and we chatted about them and my expanders. When we did the "Het can I feel?" thing her right one felt like it was made out of cardboard and was very gristley. I was NOT having that shit happen to me. Anyway massaging them will prevent that from happening, needless to say that wasn't a problem for me. As much time as I spent in traffic every damn day they definitely got a lot of massaging. Problem was when I got to where I was going I was turned on. Mostly because they were a very full handful for my hands by now at a fairly large C cup. I was just teetering on that line of buying a new bra or waiting for my next fill. If I wore a moderately thin shirt to work you could see the top of the bra cups slightly creating a line across my breasts just a bit above my nipples. It kind of looked a little like I had 4 boobs ever so slightly.
A bit of time went by and it was nearing summer time. I was excited to go out to the pool or beach and show off not only the time I was putting in at the gym but also my ever changing breasts. I went in for my Drs appointment in late April. I asked about the fill volume versus my discomfort. My Dr said that going slowly was paramount, but since I was religious about my skin cream to maintain elasticity, and my noteworthy progress in letting the weight of the expanders slowly stretch the muscles and skin he was willing to try a little higher volume. And see how that went. This visit I was able to have him add about 150CCs before any real discomfort set in. He said they were tighter than they had been in months. He cautioned me to wear a bra all the time the next 3-5 days to let the tissue adapt before I started going braless again. I listened to him religiously and obeyed. And I could see the results, my breasts were never too saggy, maybe at most 1" of fall or sag would set in over a months time. Then I'd get that extra space filled up by the expanders. Rinse and repeat.
I started only going monthly when it wasn't necessarily beach or pool weather in LA. Yes it happens. Besides the Pacific ocean is fucking freezing! This would keep a good constant stretch and fill cadence. But in the summer I went every 2 weeks so they wouldn't have time to sag as much and I could keep more of a high&tight look. For wearing swimsuits with no support, and going braless while going out or on the rare date.
This plan worked great, I love it when a plan comes together. After my last 150CC fill in late April I resumed the every 2 weeks cadence. After I left the office it wasn't long til my bra was really uncomfortable. I had it on the last set of hooks. Yes I was super excited when I finally needed a bra with more than 1 hook in the back! By the time I got down the stairs, can't let the ass get soft, and to my car it was pretty painful and was digging into my sides and the under wires were digging in to me as well. I got in my can and immediately took it off. Whew what a relief I thought as I sighed in relief.
As I sat there with my top off and my breasts sitting up and begging for attention, as I described it, I noticed a guy standing a couple of parking spaces away looking at me. He wasn't too old maybe in his 30's and looked in good shape. When I noticed him I turned my head and looked right at him. His hansom face had a look of worry, as he probably expected me to get mad. I paused and noticed that him just looking at me was turning me on a little. For Gods sake, what in the hell didn't turn me on I thought. A greasy taco, that didn't turn me on. Snapping back to my situation after that brief thought, he was now smiling as I obviously wasn't upset. I smiled and winked at him as I started my car and pulled out of the parking spot. Him never taking his eyes off me as I drove right by him. As I passed him I steered toward him ever so slightly just enough to miss him. He looked a bit surprised yet anticipatory. With him less than a foot away from me I slowed to a crawl, looked at him through my window that I had rolled down. I tilted my head up and blew him a small kiss trying to do a sexy face, even though I had no idea how. I took my right hand off the gear shift and grabbed my left breast that was noticeably more than a handful for me now, gave it a bit of a squeeze and rolled my nipple between my thumb and forefinger. As I slowly rolled by, glancing down to check out his package. It was a bit of a bulge but not obscene. As I passed by and sped up heading for the turn in the parking garage I glanced in my side view mirror, with him still looking at me I heard him with an elevated tone but not a yell say "Thank you." as I rounded the corner.
WOW I thought as I drove out of the garage, that was hot as hell. Ok, greasy tacos think about greasy tacos. I pulled up to the gate arm and fed the machine 2, $1 bills. I waited there in my little 2 seater sports car for the arm to raise. After a few seconds still nothing. About the time I was starting to react to the time it was taking a voice came over the speaker. "Did the machine take both of your dollars?" a voice asked that was definitely male and sounded younger like 20's maybe. About that time I noticed the video camera right above the speaker. There I was topless with both breasts still completely exposed and obviously very visible to the camera. "Yes it did." I answered. A few seconds went by and he spoke again, "Ok I see it now. You're good to go. And please, please feel free to come back any time." With that the arm raised and I drove away with a bit of a giggle.
I pulled in at the bra shop I liked to go to and put my top back on, reluctantly I might add. As driving all the way there topless was my first real exposure to how complete strangers would react as I passed by with them catching just a glimpse. From what I could tell while driving almost none seemed to upset about it. Maybe a couple of women, but I'm ok with that.
