Danica's alarm went off the next morning, even though it was Saturday. Steven blinked awake blurrily next to her, but she patted his shoulder, saying, "Just getting in an early workout, hun. Go back to sleep."

Her husband flopped back down and murmured something positive-sounding, and Danica looked down at him, her expression concerned. She hated lying to him, but she knew he wouldn't understand. Her plans for her tits were going to disrupt their lives in a big way, especially her career, and she didn't want to discuss things with him just yet. It was going to be a difficult enough conversation without him trying to convince her to cancel, or go smaller than she needed to, so she wanted everything to be in place before she even brought it up. Left to his own devices, he wouldn't get up for a couple of hours yet, she knew, which should give her plenty of time to call and get her appointments scheduled without worrying if he was listening in the next room.

She stepped into their walk-in closet to slip on some workout clothes - why not actually get in some exercise, she thought. Teaching physical education at the Catholic middle school she worked at didn't actually give her as many opportunities for keeping herself in shape as you'd think, so she needed to find the time when she could. Examining herself in the mirror with a critical eye, she turned side to side to look at her profile in the form-fitting spandex with a critical eye. She wasn't an especially vain woman, but she was undeniably pleased to see her body was still cooperating with her fitness plans; there wasn't any reason it shouldn't, but she had been feeling a little self-conscious about turning thirty last month, and she was happy with her athletic build. Well...she had been happy with it, anyway. She gathered up her honey blonde hair into a tail and let it hang back between her shoulder blades, then finally sighed and let herself get to why she was really going through this ritual and looked at her breasts.

She raised them up a little with her hands and turned her torso this way and that, trying to approximate what a little extra heft might be like, but eventually gave up with a sniff. There was no way her ordinary frame could show her what …