Caysee is reluctant to try a new meal program you have told her about. She thinks you are crazy.
"I want to lose inches, not gain them," she tells you.
You explain that the meals are designed for targetted weight gain... in inches, or cup sizes. She bursts into laughter.
"That won't work, and besides... I already have big boobs," she says and takes a deep breath and pushes her shoulders back and her chest out. "See? I'm bulging out of this 38FF bra. I need to buy a new one."
You smile and open up a shopping bag, "I already did."
Her eyes grow wide as she pulls the massive bra out.
"It's beautiful! But it's way too big. 38P? Are you serious? Is this even real? No one can wear this."
"You will," you saying as you sit a plate of warm, delicious pasta down in front of her.
Caysee grins and picks up her fork. She sweeps her hair back and twirls the pasta into a big first bite.
"Mmmm, delicious," she said.
You watch carefully as her bust increases slowly with every bite.