The Present, Part Sixteen
Part Sixteen
Just like that, things had shifted so Julia was the one running this part of the show. “Clasp her bra when I’m done, Amy?” she requested.
“Happy to,” Amy smiled. She circled around to stand behind her cousin, placing her hands on Chris’s shoulders, “Hold still, girl,” she reminded him.
What else was Chris supposed to do? He was already so deep in all of this. It was impossible to figure out where to draw the line, even for something like fake breasts, as it wouldn’t change the fact that the head to toe makeover already made him look so feminine. This was just another step of the transformation Amy was putting him through, with an audience to boot.
Julia stepped forward, her lips pursed in an amused smile, “Ready, Chrissy? This is going to be a little cold. Just give it a minute, and then you’ll be fine.” With that, she pulled the loose bra cup away and carefully brought the breast form towards his chest. There was clearly a reason Amy had trusted her friend with the task; Julia seemed to know what she was doing. She positioned the silicone just right, then placed it against his skin.
Sure enough, the adhesive was cold. He flinched without meaning to, causing both girls to echo, “Hold still.” It was nearly simultaneous between the two of them. With any other duo, it would be kind of hot being sandwiched in such a way, with casually demanding/bossy voices. That obviously wasn’t the case when it was his cousin’s voice in his ear. Julia, however, was kind of hot as she stood before him in her tight clothes with a look of idle concentration on her face. Not quite enough to distract him from this latest development, yet still noticeable.
Julia must have been prepared for some kind of reaction, as she made sure to keep a good grip on the breast that was starting to seal itself onto Chris’s chest. Keeping her gaze locked on his, she held the form in place for another ten or twenty seconds before using her other hand to take the appropriate bra cup. “Be a doll, Chrissy. Hold this for me.” Once the bra was settled over the silicone, she swapped her grip to hold the fabric instead; after freeing up one hand, she casually took Chris’s hand and guided it up. “Like this.”
Chris ended up cupping his own breast, flushing at just how real it felt. The bra was no doubt a major factor in that, as he really wasn’t touching the form itself. Also, it’s not like he was particularly exploring with his hand, which he would be doing if he was gripping another girl’s chest. This was just about keeping the fake thing in place while the adhesive worked. He was tempted to pull it away, of course, but couldn’t find the willpower when it still felt like going along with everything Amy and Julia said was the better play. Better Amy’s friend than Chris’s sister. Or everyone he was friends with on social media.
Once Julia was satisfied with Chris taking over for her, she procured the second breast form and repeated the process. Adhesive, careful placement, a bit of cold against the opposite side of his chest, and holding it there long enough for it to properly stick. “There.” She repeated the maneuver with the other bra cup, but this time instructed Amy to help. “Clasp it tightly, babe. We want Chrissy’s breasts to stay right where they are, yes.”
“Of course,” Amy giggled, “How long does that stuff hold for, by the way?”
“At least 48 hours,” Julia said, “There’s a solvent to undo it early, but I don’t know why your cousin would ever want to be flat chested again.”
For a moment, Chris was worried. This was all supposed to be over by the time his aunt and sister got home, as there was no way Amy could play innocent when it came to something this extreme. Maybe she could have pulled off the panties ‘mix-up,’ but no one would believe this had all been his idea. However, Julia went right on to mention how to take the silicone forms off. It was somewhat reassuring, though he wouldn’t put it past Amy to dangle something like that over his head along with everything else she had on him.
Amy deftly clasped the bra back on, definitely using a different set of hooks than he had used when first being compelled to put the undergarment on himself.
“Now, if you let go . . . ” Once again, Julia took Chris’s hand. This time, to pull him away from the addition to his chest. “What do you think, Chrissy? Go on, walk around a bit. See how they feel.”
Like he was trying on a pair of shoes. Ridiculous. Although admittedly, Julia had a point. Before taking a single step, Chris noticed a difference in his balance now that it was just the bra that was holding his ‘breasts’ up. It’s not that they were heavy. But at the same time, they certainly had more weight than if the girls had simply stuffed the bra cups with socks or tissues or whatever. It wasn’t as if he knew what else someone would use.
In a small act of rebellion, he mostly just stepped away from Amy, in order to get back some personal space. “They’re fine,” he awkwardly said, in the usual feminine tone. Hardly the truth. Thanks to the bra/adhesive combination, the breasts really did shift in response to his movements, as if he actually had boobs. That’s where the realism stopped, as a single glance down was enough to see that the false curves didn’t quite match the rest of his skin tone. Proper coloring or not, the sight of his chest in its current state was a little jarring.
“They’re perfect,” Julia grinned. Looking him up and down, her eyes finally settled on his chest, “Well, almost perfect. Grab your brushes, Amy? You two are about the same tone.”