Grow Your Own (complete 11,000 word story)

April was mightily pissed the morning when I grabbed straight at her breasts again after she had said ‘there is more to me than my tits’ the night before. “If they are all you want” she shouted at me as she stormed out of the bedroom into the shower “then grow your own fucking tits and leave mine alone.”

I’ve had this thing about breasts since before I can remember, no that’s not quite true - my breast fetish started with Hannah back in senior school way before I met April. I used to wonder why girls got all the good things like multiple orgasams and tits but that’s another story. Anyway breasts are always my number one go-to much to April’s displeasure and, in all honesty, all the girls that had gone before as well. 

That morning was the beginning of the end for April and me, within the week she was gone - ‘we need to take a break’ she had said. I have to admit I took it really badly, instead of my taxi I was driving a bottle of vodka into the nights. I clicked the buy now button in a drunken state one night when everything was making sense. April was right and I had found a simple solution to my problem in pill form.

I had been through the begging phone calls to April - both drunk and sober, the texts, the accidentally ‘bumping in to April’ in the street near her office all without success. After a rare sober day and a night of working I walked into my lonely apartment in a real ‘I’ll teach her’ mood and washed down the first herbal pill with a bottle of water.

The pills immediately had one really good effect on me, sold as a wonder herbal male breast enlargement supplement they came with strict instructions about avoiding caffeine and alcohol.

It might just as well have said ‘not suitable for taxi drivers’ on the pack - we live on caffeine drinks and alcohol but my determination to get back at April for her comment was strong enough to overcome that small obstacle. 

On the internet some people wrote they saw results within a day, others within a week. I did not want giant breasts or to be a woman. All I wanted was to grow a small pair, like April’s - she always said hers were A or perhaps a small B cup in some bras. 

A or small B would be perfect and could be easily hidden under a loose shirt or fleece like Aprils used to - probably still does I guess. Then I would stop. Over the next few weeks my palm and thoughts of growing my own breasts became my short term stand-in for April. 

I read all the posts online about how even with small breasts guys could come just by rubbing their nipples - now I wanted that as well.

Browsing a few forums and transgender groups seemed to confirm that I had been scammed with the pills. After an alcohol and caffeine free month I could see or feel no change at all which confirmed the fact. Online consensus was that to grow my own I needed to block my T and boost my E then all would be hunky-dory.

“I need some T blockers and E” I say to Danny as I am driving him to work using the online slang I had learnt. Danny works in the hospital and brings a little bit of his work home sometimes for friends.

“You know we can’t get E’s…what’s wrong with your usual supplier?” Danny says.

“Finasteride and estradiol I mean.” I say

“No problem…are they for you?” Danny says with a giant smirk.

“A friend in need…” I say in English for once.

“…is a friend indeed.” Danny says completing in English my favourite Erik von Rash catch phrase. 

I pick Danny up at the end of his shift and he slips me a pack of each for a pony a piece. I drop Danny off and give him a no-charge ride as a little thank you. One a day he had said and I popped 1+1 right there in the cab. At the end of my shift I went straight home, my nipples were feeling all hot already and I’m convinced that I can see them growing beneath my tee shirt. They look the same when I check out in the bathroom mirror, I measure around my chest a second time and chest still measures same as usual - same as yesterday.

Next month I have the same deal with Danny and I am convinced that I’m seeing a little change despite the tape measure reading same as always. 

“Tell your friend that was probably the last lot, they carried out an audit today and have noticed various packs missing” Danny says the very next day when I collect him from work, then he asks if I want some bennies. Not my thing but it’s rude to say no, someone will be grateful.

With my supply drying up just as I feel like I’m getting somewhere I begin searching for a new supply and spend my day off trawling through the forums. Some say buy online, others say avoid online. I phone my doctor then a private clinic in the smoke and the receptionists tell me I need to live as a woman for a year to get an appointment let alone any tabs even though I’ve just told them I only want to grow some small breasts. 

Might have to give up on the whole idea I’m thinking but little point in wasting a bullseye so I may as well finish the month supply I’ve just bought first.

Soon enough my nipples become super sensitive and I’m getting hot flushes. My hips and thighs are feeling much softer and I add measuring them to my routine - all good signs that things are beginning to happen which spurs me on to searching online again. 

There is a clinic in Dunaújváros that a group in one forum are talking about and I email the clinic. They respond immediately asking for details of what I’m currently taking and I reply all quick snap. They can see me in a weeks time, two appointments two days apart and I have enough money to make it happen.

I phone dispatch, book a few days off and promise to work extra shifts to make up. Next I book a cheap flight and hotel then send the clinic the deposit.

 

More research done - not illegal to bring the pills into the country or to possess them and the clinic is good to provide a regular supply. That should be enough, perhaps more than enough to grow my very own small breasts plus I can sell any surplus on.  

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An old school friend Hannah has a return booked from a club in the city and for the second time she has booked the journey asking for me by name, she is a smart one and knows I’ll give her mates-rates. She rides shotgun and we chat about school days then we make out a little outside her building before she pulls back and says “is this your last job tonight?”

“Another three hours” I say even though I want to say yes but control would go berserk if I quit halfway through a busy Saturday night shift. We sit chatting for a while and Hanna tells me she works from home mostly day trading plus she has a fledgling online business that is in it’s first year.

Her hand moves to the zipper on my pants and she says “how about a little something to remember me by?”

“Sounds good.” I say and her hand has my cock out in an instant. After being alone for so long my cock shows it’s appreciation for a little female attention by going soft to hard in a blink. Hannah is still holding a conversation while this is going on.

“Have you been busy?”

“How long have you been driving a cab?”

“Do you work mornings Albert?”

“I can make sure I’m not” I say all hopeful that Hannah is remembering my favourite quick finish that she used to do back in the day.

“What would your wife or girlfriend say if she saw what I’m doing?”

“I don’t have either.” I say

“Then I’ll make sure to ask for you again…” Hannah says as the cab door slams and I am left sitting there alone with my desperate cock.

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I am booked in for a few nights in the wonderfully named Szálloda Pompás right in centre of Dunaújváros several streets away from the clinic.

Arriving the day before my first appointment I check out the city centre and spot a building with an illuminated green sign outside ‘Pharmacy Wholesale’ is the translation from Google. A second supplier could be useful so I take a photo with GPS location on.

Despite being greasy-spoon cafe cheap I am pleasantly surprised that the clinic is Mayfair consultant smart, the receptionist is, like me, 20 something. Unlike me she has magnificent strippers breasts and replies in perfect English when I attempt to say good morning in Hungarian.

“I’m Albert Green…I have an appointment” I say

“Yes…for your hormone therapy consultation…do you have details of your current medication with you Albert?” The receptionist with strippers breasts says.

As I hand over the details, she sees me looking at her breasts and I wait for ‘my eyes are up here’ or some similar reprimand. 

“They are rather nice don’t you think, I was a really flat chested like you before I came to work here.” The receptionist with strippers breasts says then smiles and waits for me to speak.

“Very nice I say” I say, she is looking for something in her desk.

“This is me before…and now.”The receptionist with strippers breasts says as she hands me two topless photographs.

“WOW…you must be sooo pleased with the results.” I say while hoping I can keep the photographs.

“My size would look good on you, yes?” The receptionist with strippers breasts says as she holds out a hand to reclaim her pictures and passes me the card machine. “Please swipe your card before your appointment.”

“Please come this way Albert” a voice behind me says before I get a chance to reply.

It would have been easy to forget I was in Hungary as everyone is speaking perfect BBC English.

“I am Doctor Horváth but please call me Jazmin.” Then she asked me about my goals and if I currently have any plans for implants or bottom surgery as she typed away at her iPad.

“I’m hoping for perhaps A or small B cup breasts” I said even though I only had what April used to say as a basis for deciding that. 

Jazmin continued typing then said “well you may be able to get to that size using only hormone therapy…perhaps even a little larger, at your age results are variable of course”

I kept quiet about my real intentions while Jazmin confirmed that my first appointment was to take bloods in order to calculate a safe dose for me. 

Jazmin chatted away while taking bloods ”you could continue with pills just as you have already been taking, this has a disadvantage of fluctuating levels which may result in hot flushes soon after taking medication, have you experienced this Albert?”

“Yes, most days” I said.

“The body can have some difficulty coping with such widely varying hormone levels as pills produce. I have two alternative suggestions. There are patches which are more expensive but release a more level dose, you change patches twice weekly but they can sometimes come loose in the shower further adding to cost. 

Most trouble free are slow release hormone implants, here in the clinic we put them in and then you can forget all about them while the implants release a level dose 24/7 this allows your body to fully adjust. Another benefit is that alcohol in moderation is fine with implants.” 

“Is there a disadvantage with implants and which option is the most popular?” I said.

“Implants are the option most popular for the reasons I have given. Pick up your quotation from reception on your way out and let me know which option you choose when you come back in two days.” Jazmin said.

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I decide on hormone implants, the first ones are for three months at a slightly lower initial dose then she will take bloods again before implanting fresh implants.

“I will have to come back every three months?” I ask.

“Only this time, once your body adjusts then we move to annual implants.” Jazmin says as she shows me the machine that ‘pings’ the implant in.

It felt like two mild bee stings in my butt for a couple of minutes then I could not even feel them. Back in England life continued as normal - I measured my chest daily and carried out visual inspections far more often. My aureolas seemed wider and I regretted not having measured them but better late than never I began measuring them daily as well. 

On the plus side I could see that my chest was definitely changing shape when I compared the mirror to photos on my phone, sort of wide and flat breasts like smaller versions of Aprils when she lay on her back. Best of all they had become sensitive erogenous zones - not just my nipples but the whole of my chest area where I hoped my own small breasts would soon be located.

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I’m back at the Dunaújváros clinic for my three month checkup and Jazmin is preparing the implant gun. She said that growth had been slow but she could feel breast buds had begun to form and the wide areas of fat build up were ‘a very good sign’ 

“I did have hot flushes and some night sweats for about the first week.” I say

“Very good, your bloods are fine for me to increase the implants to a full dose. You might have similar reactions again for a few days until your body settles down to the higher hormone levels.” Jazmin says. “Most growth will take place during this first year of your full dose implants.”

I’m feeling a little anxious about committing to a whole year and ask “What size do you think I will become?”

“It depends on many things, don’t worry we can easily pop some breast implants in for you when you come back next year if you are not happy with your progress.” Jazmin says.

I decide it’s a non-committal way of saying perhaps an A size, my anxiety subsides and I lay on the examination table. Jazmin had warned that I might have hot flushes for a while and the new hormone implants did not disappoint as I awoke dripping with sweat for the next few nights as my body adjusted to the higher level of estradiol coursing through my veins.

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By the end of the first month things had begun happening fast as if a switch had been thrown. I’m having to wear one of April’s old jogging crop-tops to stop my super sensitive and puffy nipples from brushing against the inside of my tee shirt and it’s as if every part of my chest is direct wired to my cock as well. This is like puberty all over again but this time on steroids - I only have to think of my breasts and I’m getting hard. 

Not only have my nipples awoken but the tape measure has begun to move as well, I am up nearly a whole inch over the past 11 days, perhaps a whole inch if I breathe in and nearer to an inch and a sixteenth on my hips. Hate that I’m getting all real big wobbly below the waist and have a little sad moment about it more often than I care to say. I need to better watch what I’m eating. April was right ‘a minute on the lips - a lifetime on the hips, no more burgers and fries for me.

“Your friend in need is showing some results I’ve noticed recently.” Danny says as I drive him home from work in my taxi a few weeks after my second trip to Dunaújváros. No smirk this time, Danny is a good friend and cares about his mates, I unload the full story on him. It feels good to share my secret with a mate rather than some faceless online friend.

I call into control and say I’m taking a break as I pull up outside his building. The good thing about Danny is he doesn’t try to judge, with or without tits we are first and foremost mates.

“Can I see?” Danny says when we are settled in his apartment and drinking coffee.

I lift my fleece and Danny says “that is one good looking pair…pert and firm looking…how does it feel having them Albert?”

“Feeling really good, sort of proud you could say…yes that’s exactly it…I am proud of my breasts.” I say and I’ve got a puffed-up feeling inside like I get when a mate compliments my new iPhone or widescreen TV. “Have a feel if you like.” I offer while my fleece is still pulled up.

Danny is as straight as me but does not need any encouragement to have a good feel.

I shudder as Danny goes from gentle fondle to both thumbs brushing my nipples, I don’t need to look down. 

I know what he is looking at. 

I know what is happening below his thumbs and what is happening below my waist as well. I begin to lower my fleece back down, Danny takes the hint, lets go and goes back to drinking his coffee.

“Aren’t you supposed to keep them in a bra?” He says

“in case they escape?” I say and we are both instantly laughing. Now I’m thinking how sexy some bras look, thinking what style I would choose…

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Another five months have gone by and even though it is summer I am still wearing a loose fleece top. It makes me feel awkward when I sometimes notice that people are checking out my new breasts while they talk to me and I regret all the times I’ve done exactly that in the past. 

There is no need to be constantly measuring as I can almost see my breasts growing at what seems to be at the speed of a magic beanstalk. Those wide flat mounds have blossomed out into breasts complete with full size nipples. I had looked through the clothes April left at my apartment and found one of her old bikinis.

Standing in front of the bathroom mirror wearing the top I take a few photos then compare my bikini clad breasts with a photo on my phone where April is wearing the same bikini top. I switch back and forwards between them - we are nearly the same size I’m thinking - it’s close. 

My breasts are now nearly as big as April’s breasts - I switch back and forwards a few more times then realise that I have the photos all mixed up. I’m thinking we could be the same size soon.

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I was dropping a fare off at one of the night clubs in the city when there is a tapping on the window and I recognise the face associated with the tapping as the face belonging to April’s friend Pam.

“You going back to town Albert?” Pam says as I buzz the cab window down, she has had enough drink but is still not likely to throw up in my cab.

“Sure…want a good deal?” I ask even though we both know I won’t charge her.

“Come on” Pam calls out as she climbs in the front. The back doors open and three more jump in. “Girls night out…you know everyone…can we have some music?”

“Hi girls” I say as I look in the rearview, set the stereo to bluetooth and notice how hot April is looking. Even better she is a little squiffy which I’ve always found a real turn-on and my mind is suddenly wandering back to nights of yore.

“No music…we want to listen on our AirPods” a voice in the back says.

“Seems like you’ve got me to talk to.” Pam says as I turn off the stereo and call in that I’m taking a rest break on the taxi two-way. I’ve driven these girls home plenty and only need to ask ‘all home’ before my in-head taxi driver route planner and autopilot kicks in. The three in the back are lost in music and Pam begins to chat.

“April last drop-off as usual?” Pam says making it clear it’s a question.

“Not sure she would want to be alone it the cab with me now.” I say.

“She has been moping tonight again, saying it was a mistake to dump you…perhaps you two could have another try?” Pam says with her alcohol loosened tongue. 

“Where’s that going to get me…I’m not into providing her with a one-time fuck after her latest break-up.” I say all spiteful and hoping that April is earwigging.

“You can be such a giant prick sometimes Albert…” Pam says

I stay quiet, to be fair Pam is on the money with that remark. I drive with an awkward silence hanging between me and Pam for a while.  Now I’m all sorry and feeling tearful for saying that about April. They must be listening to the same song in the back as they are all singing along - now I’m hoping April did not hear what I said while holding my breath and counting to nine to make sure she didn’t. 

“You know she hasn’t seen anyone else since you two broke up?” Pam finally says as she stares across at me “but you don’t care about that of course, I expect you moved on within hours…like a typical fucking man.” 

I’m all good and teared up now and begin blinking them away super-fast, so many things set me off crying lately “sorry Pam, I’m still hurting a bit from the break-up as well.” I glance across at her “I’ve not been seeing anyone either you know?” 

“Then for fuck sake ring her before it’s too late for both of you.” Pam says

“She told me to stop.” I say and out the corner of my eye see Pam shaking her head and mouthing ‘idiot’ at me.

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I couldn’t keep wearing April’s old crop top…well I wanted something nicer, but buying a bra ‘to keep them in’ as Danny had said was proving to be much more difficult than I had imagined. I had already ordered two bras that I liked the look of online - both A’s the first too tiny to fasten around me and the second fell down to my hips before I had even gotten my arms in the straps. I needed some sizing advice and a small old fashioned store in the city came to mind. 

“My girlfriend is having some difficulty finding the right size” I said hoping that a telephone call would soon have me au fait with the finer points of bra sizing. Not so it seemed, the sales assistant had a better solution than a telephone consultation.

“Check the label in a bra that fits her well then pop in to my shop to pick something you like.” Glenys said.

“Finding one that fits is the problem, I was hoping for guidance on how to measure.” I say. 

I realise that Glenys must have a razor sharp mind when not missing a beat she comes straight back with “perhaps it would be best if you come into my store just after I open on a quiet morning like a Tuesday or Wednesday” I imagined Glenys smiling before she added “there really is no need to be shy, lots of our customers are male…and over thirty years of selling lingerie I really have seen everything before.”

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“Have you come back for the other half of your hand job?” Hanna was smiling and clearly not dressed for a taxi ride to the shopping mall.

“That sounds better than a 5 fare to the mall” I say with a smile as she lets me in. 

I’m sitting on the sofa all coffee in hand. 

Hanna is sitting on the sofa all cock in hand.

Her hand is working me while her mind is working to some, as yet unknown to me, agenda, she is chatting away “…my internet business is camming and I might need someone like you”

“What for?” I say

“Cum after the timer goes off” Hannah says ignoring my question “Hey Siri…set alarm for ten minutes” then smirks and steps up her game.

“Only ten minutes…how long after?” I say all jokey

“Big headed prick” Hannah says smiling as she goes down on me. 

She always had a way with her but now she has the mouth of a goddess. I know her tricks of old and no matter how good her blow job is I am quite confident that it will not put her in control of when I cum.

“So how is the internet thing going?” I say as Hannah’s hand takes over again, and she steps the game up several notches as her hand is soon joined by her other hand which immediately gets all busy with a vibrator that she has seemingly produced from thin air like a tall magicians young assistant.

“Financially great but I need some fresh content, a new angle and that is where you cum in” Hannah giggles all pleased with her ‘cum in’ comment.

“How financially great?” I say

“How about we go fifty fifty…sound ok?” Hannah says, I nod in agreement then she says “what’s going on with your chest?” As the alarm goes off and she says “Hey Siri…stop alarm”

“Now Hannah?” I say, she winks at me just like old times and I let my load go.

“Fuck… what a mess” Hannah says with a smile “a cock like a hag fish…I’d forgotten how much comes out of you” as she grabs a box of Kleenex. “But I’ve never forgotten how much control you had” she giggles “I mean have, and always the perfect gentleman” Hannah smirks “the lady must always come first”

“I would consider that to be the bare minimum” I say accepting the compliment with a big grin then go on to explain all about my little breasts.

“What about your ex?” Hannah was still grinning over my ‘bare minimum’ remark “I heard you two may have been thinking of getting back together”

“Until she saw these, until she called me a fucking freak right in front of our mates in the pub” I say as I begin raising my fleece. Hannah is seeming ever more excited by what she has discovered and soon enough I’ve gotten my top completely off. “Hey ease up with my nips Hannah”

“Payback for all those times…” She says laughingly with no need to finish the sentence, and I blush at remembering how I hounded her poor breasts every waking moment and what a selfish pig I was at times. That was the old Albert, this is the new Albert I’m thinking as I realise Hannah is still talking and I try to get back in the moment.

“…I can understand why she might say that, April never could see the positive in anyone or anything” Hannah is still all hands and I’m more than ready to go again. She continues her inspection like I’m a prize winning Agnehat that she is thinking of buying cash money. Then Hannah stands behind me and squishes my breasts flat against my chest with her palms “these breasts could make you my perfect business partner with benefits” 

Hannah had always been a fast thinker and she says “just about invisible…perfect, well perfect if you’re up for it, this could be much more than a little extra cash on the side” then goes on to explain her idea in such full detail I wonder if it may have been pre-planned. No thats not right - I’m sure Hannah has planned every little detail.

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Whites Lingerie the sign says, the store is not due to open for another twenty minutes so I sit across the road in my cab watching the door like a private eye in a dime-store novel wondering if Glenys really has seen everything.

My mind wanders back to the conversation I had with Hannah when I called round for coffee, I would never have thought a hottie like her would be into ‘camming’…but then perhaps being so hot is why she is so successful. I get a puffed up feeling inside when it occurs that she needed someone to play an equally hot boyfriend and thought of me.

I’ve been spending every spare minute online researching her suggestion and it does sound like a great way to make a lot of money in a short time. Even better it is totally legal. Hannah has suggested we start a jointly owned company all equal, legal and proper. We have a meeting with a solicitor to finalise the details later…I’m so sidetracked by the thought of being a company director I’ve missed Glenys opening her shop by 3 minutes.

“Good morning may I speak to Glenys please?” I say as I walk in to the old fashioned lingerie store that I imagined had disappeared years ago.

“That’s me” The silver-haired lady chasing sixty says.

“My name is Albert, I telephoned last week about buying a bra” I say

“What size is she?” Glenys says

“I want to buy a bra for me” I say without any qualms - and why should I when I’ve got enough cash and enough breasts to make me a valued customer.

Hannah had suggested we both come, she even looked a little hurt when I said ‘I want to go alone’ but was soon back to her normal bubbly self when I said how embarrassed I would be for her to see me struggling to put a bra on for the first time. Hannah looked so cute when she giggled as I said that I would rather she saw me taking it off. 

Glenys flips the sign on the door to closed “I remember your phone call now, what size bra are you wearing at the moment?”

“I’m not, let me explain…I need two bras, one to control my breasts and another a little more stylish” I say still thinking that women’s clothes are as straightforward as mens.

“An every-day one and a pretty one perhaps for that special man in your life, let's see what we have in your size” Glenys says.

“Woa…” I say feeling all urgent inside “let me say first that I am straight so there is no man, special or otherwise and second a pretty bra is exactly what I had in mind…something a little revealing perhaps with some lace?”

That sorted we are now getting on well like she was a not quite understanding mum who now understands. 

I pick out a couple of lacy bras I like the look of and with some help I’m pretty soon strapped in. I feel my head starting to swell when Glenys says ‘perfect’ at the second one that I try on. 

“We call this style of bra a ‘date bra’ in the trade” Glenys says with a smile as I’m checking out the changing room mirrors. She continues “the sort of bra every girl wants to wear on a date and every mother does not want her daughter wearing on a date”

I’m thinking ‘perfect’ as well when I check out the mirror, it is sheer with some lace detailing and I can see the colour of my nipples through the thin material. Perfect, just what I had in mind. I’m surprised at feeling all excited to show Hannah…

I say “How is it that you haven't even measured and know my size?”

“Just years of experience, you know by eye, try this…a very popular style for every day” Glenys says. I’m not feeling so nervous now and Glenys seems to have picked up on this and guides me in more detail with the next bra.

Glenys says “lean over a little and settle yourself into the cups, thats it, now stand straight and let your fingers slide behind to the clasps, here let me help” then helps as I fumble to fasten the back “just take up the loose shoulder straps…thats it, perfect”

I look in the mirror at the thick cotton bra I’m wearing that instead of hiding my breasts in it makes me look all massive and matronly. “What I wanted was something to…” I say, then fighting the will of the monstrous bra of hell I push my breasts flat against my chest.

“OK, I should have something to do that, why is it you want to hide your breasts?” Glenys says.

“Sometimes people stare…” I begin saying even though it is not the real reason.

“Strangers can be so intimidating at times, do you live in the city?” Glenys says

“No, in the town, why do you ask?” I say

“If you lived in a village, people would have already lost interest in you. Even newcomers quickly become an almost invisible part of the scenery like hedgerows and retired sea captains…here try this yoga top” Glenys says.

I’m thinking how much I like Glenys’s sense of humour as I struggle into the racer back yoga top, it’s a tighter version of April’s crop top and it works quite well. I swivel side to side checking in the changing cubicle mirror and decide it will be perfect under my fleece when I’m working.

“This is the next step up for controlling an unruly bust, this sports bra is designed for wearing while jogging or running” Glenys says as she passes it to me.

After my usual struggle with the fasteners the sports bra is working like magic and has made my chest almost as flat as any other mans, Hannah will be as pleased as me when she notices my lack of obvious breasts.  I say “I think I’ll wear the sports bra…if that’s OK Glenys?” Two yoga tops are also added to my purchase and we move to the counter.

“These are the matching date panties to your date bra aren’t they cute?” Glenys says as she attempts to up-sell.

“Yes cute but no thank you, I don’t wear panties, I just needed some bras to keep them in” I say waving at where my missing breasts normally resided. I struggled to keep a smile like an amused hyena from my face while mentally cursing Danny’s ‘a bra to keep them in’ comment. Why I repeated it to Hannah and why it never ceases to amuse us both is still a mystery.

“I know that I told you I had seen everything on the telephone Albert and now I have heard everything as well” Glenys giggles as well as she repeats “buying a bra to keep them in…”

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“So it’s you and Hannah again” Danny says with a smile as I pick him up from work. Danny always had a thing for Hannah, well probably still does - not that I can blame him, any guy would. 

That I’m earning while fucking I keep on the downlow - no need to rub it in.

“Early days” I say playing it all super casual. 

“And a real snub for April, she deserves it mate. Totally out of order outing you in front of everyone like she did in the pub” Danny says. “And I can tell you it’s backfired on her”

“I’m just putting it behind me, did me a favour really. At least all our mates can talk openly now” I say as we pull up outside Danny’s apartment.

“I’ve got a few jollies” Danny says

“Sorry, I’m taking a backseat for a while” I say

“That’s going to upset your regulars” Danny says

“Plenty others in town, time to be a bit careful if you get my drift” I say

“You’ve heard something…should have guessed, thanks for the tip” Danny says

I just nod and Danny says “time for a coffee?”

“Another time…meeting Hannah” I say. 

Danny presses his thumb on top of my head before he climbs out of my cab and says “you lucky lucky bastard” with a big best mates grin.

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I meet Hannah in a coffee shop near the solicitors office, she raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow and puts her hand on my chest as we cheek kiss. “You have still got them?” She says and we both laugh then sharing iPods we watch the last two short videos Hannah posted to our new joint Patreon account  “Look at the revenue and I’m only talking about what I am thinking of doing so far, people are paying to encourage me…and this mornings camm…”

“We are not a couple, this is solely a business partnership” Hannah says setting the solicitor to rights. It’s not news to me, it is exactly what we agreed. We sign on the line and immediately become full business partners. It was the last thing that needed to be done.

A few days ago results of our blood tests came back clear. Viewers want condom free content and we want safe sex, now we are pinky sworn to be exclusive sexual partners as well as business partners.

I’ve moved out of my apartment and into the second bedroom in Hannah’s apartment, once again it’s solely for business reasons, so that I am ‘handy’ in every way especially for live streaming. I drive us back to the apartment for my first appearance, it’s going to be a feature length live stream. Hannah has set up the lights and cameras in the living room and issued free viewing passes to every influencer she can find. One camera is set up to capture us sitting at the dining table and the other two will capture action on the sofa. Out of view of the cameras the TV screen on the wall is silently showing a composite feed of the three cameras and viewers comments are scrolling down the side of the screen.

“This is my boyfriend Albert everyone” Hannah says, I wave to camera just like we rehearsed a dozen times. 

The table is ‘set’ with the remains of a Tofu and Walnut salad and Hannah says “ sorry we are running a little late tonight guys, just finishing dinner” she smiles to camera and winks her eye that is blind side to me towards camera just like she does when she wants me to dump my load. Hannah and me both know the wink is a signal to those viewers who want her to show what she is doing to me…and tonight they will not be disappointed.

We finish dinner pretty much ignoring the cameras when Hannah walks to the kitchen and comes back with two white pill containers. “You forgot your multi vitamins today” Hannah is holding the containers so that the camera can see the labels. I don’t need to see the labels, I got the placebos off of Danny, Vitamin C and Multi-vitamin the labels say. Hannah puts one round tablet and one oval on the table in front of me then says “I took mine earlier”

From the corner of my eye I can see comments continually scrolling down the side of the screen, one says ‘don’t take them Albert’ the rest all some variation on ‘vitamins are good’

“I am sure I can already feel the vitamins doing me good and it’s only been, what, a month?” I say as I swallow them down and take a gulp from my water glass, then say “do you think my skin feels softer Hannah?” As we move to the sofa for the main event.

“Nearer to two months now of vitamins” Hannah says and runs her hand down my arm “Mmm silky soft” as she turns slightly towards the camera. Even though it’s blindside to me I know she’s off script throwing down another wink.

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“It looks as if nearly a quarter of tonights views were women” Hannah said as she reviewed revenues “and tonights live take was more than I usually make in a month”

“Me too” I say

“This is just the beginning, it’s going to be massive…I can feel it” Hannah says as she tops up our glasses with cold Cristal “please promise me you won’t help anyone out while driving that cab”

“Massive coming right up” I say as Hannah play punches my arm. 

“I’ve already stopped, even personal. Don’t want to risk it” I say

“What are you going to do if this goes as well as we think?” Hannah says

“Well I guess it can only last so long. I’ve dreamed about being able to buy a big S class Merc and drive my own limo-cab in a wealthy village” I say

“You would like to live in a village?” Hannah says and sips her Cristal “I’ve always wanted to live in the country”

 

“Rents are cheaper there” I say

“We could have a big three bedder, a bedroom each and one for filming” Hannah says

“When are we filming next?” I say as I tidy the room and begin loading the dishwasher.

“When I’ve recovered from your robocock” Hannah says with a giggle “but plenty of blogging and social for both of us to do meanwhile”

Hannah is already busy typing away at her iPad as I say “I’m turning in Hannah, early morning airport run”

“Don’t wake me when you leave…good night” Hannah says

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“Look it’s gone anal” I say

“You mean viral” Hannah says

“Always get them mixed up…now you know why I don’t do threesomes” I say with a smirk

I’m checking a Patreon video, the one where Hanna is sitting at our dining table talking to camera while she empties the contents of 2 white plastic vitamin pill containers into the trash bag then begins popping pills out of their blister packs into the empty containers. 

On the table sit the empty Estradiol and Finasteride packs she has just taken the blister packs from. The viewers don’t realise that they are the old empty packs I had from back before my hormone implants. The blister packs contain 2 different shapes of placebo pills that Danny slipped me.

“If ever I was going to share you in a threesome…” Hannah said leaving the sentence hanging, not ready to complete the sentence she may have giggled but she was looking serious “for a start it would break our safe sex agreement”. 

My heart did a little skip, for the last few weeks I’m noticing real subtle ‘ownership’ comments from Hannah and I hope I’m not imagining it. She hasn’t mentioned anything and to be fair neither have I.

I let it slide, we are both edgy with good reason - tonight is the big reveal, a real once only falling off the cliff episode that we have been working up to pretty much every waking moment for the last month. 

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I’ve got the cab for personal this morning, we have already built it up in our minds and now are headed out to look at an apartment in the village. Having had a few jobs there over the years I already know the village quite well, but it’s a first for Hannah so I have kept my knowledge under my hat.

“I need to say something, it’s been playing on my mind” I say as we drive to the village

“Go on” Hannah says 

“The original side blog you began…the one your boyfriend is not supposed to know about” I glance across at her “where you begin outlining your plan of feminising your boyfriend…you know the one who you say in the blog is a taxi driver” Hannah is looking a little sheepish now, perhaps wondering where this is leading to. I’m in a playful mood and take full advantage of her uncertainty “well why did he back out?”

Hannah stays silent, her guard was down as we were enjoying the drive and chatting casually about the new apartment.

I let the silence stretch until it looks as if she is going to speak then I say “the reason I ask is that blog started two months before…”

I pull the cab in to the side of the road as I see that Hannah is all teared-up “hey I was only teasing” I say

“You must think I am a horrible scheming bitch” Hannah says while dabbing at her eyes with a tissue.

“Not horrible, rest is pretty much on the money though” I laugh softly “I’m not complaining in-fact it is one of the things I really like about you”

“I could have taken the oblique references to you out of the blog but I wanted you to know that choosing you was not a spur of the moment thing. I’m glad you have brought it out in the open now…just a shock you bringing it up out of the blue” Hannah says.

“Sorry for upsetting you, I was only teasing” I say as we briefly cheek kiss, which has recently become our ‘all forgotten’ signal. “Secretly I am pleased that I was number one choice for hot boyfriend”

“Oh…well, of course you were” Hannah says with a smirk.

“Bitch” I say and we both giggle.

“Look a village green where they probably play cricket in the summer, a pond…ducks” Hannah is clearly smitten as we drive slowly around killing time while we wait for the viewing appointment “and a proper village pub…look…” 

I’m not looking at the village but stealing glances at Hannah as she enthuses over a greengrocers shop and I’m feeling that we will be living here soon. The timer on my iPhone beeps and unlike a taxi driver I pull up outside the apartment right on time. 

The apartment building is at the edge of the village set in gardens and backing onto woodland. Two apartments high and two wide it could be mistaken for a large detached house. We are looking at a top floor apartment and the agent is already outside and smiling like countryfolk do.

“Not a popular village with commuters, the rail station is over in the next village” The agent is saying.

Newly decorated and with new furniture the apartment is everything we both imagined and more besides. Hannah discreetly nods and smiles at me, I return her nod and leave it to her to close the deal. In the town apartments of this quality go quick snap. Hannah says “anyone else interested?”

“Not recently…it’s the station…” The agent says looking apologetic.

“Then we’ll take it” Hannah says and pulls out our envelope of fifties “you can sort out the paperwork now?”

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Camming time is nearly upon us, time for one last rehearsal. I say “I’m nervous doing this live”

Hannah says “I’m nervous too, but we’ll be fine once we get through setting the scene…we always are” and we begin another final rehearsal:

We are finishing working in the kitchen as we go live, I carry our wine through to sitting room, you give me pills then I turn lights down, you turn them back up. We begin making out.

Hannah: what’s wrong with you Albert, take your top off for once. I mean take my yoga top off, Angry look. 

Albert: no one wants to see anything above my waist. I scratch my chest like usual

Hannah: stop scratching… and why do you always wear one of my yoga tops now?

Albert: To feel close to you when we are apart

Hannah: Well we are not apart now, just take it off. It was cute when you first started doing it, now it seems a little odd. 

Albert: OK I will

Hannah: take it off now (wink to camera)

Albert: …in front of the cameras?

Hannah: when we move into the new apartment and begin living together the cameras will see

Albert: slowly take off yoga top

Hannah: gasps, how long have you had those…

Move to Improv 

Lets do this…

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The session had gone better than we expected and ran half hour over. We sort of tidied the living room then sat on the sofa with a cold bottle of Cristal watching our cash totals rising on the iPad.

“I will be a little sad to leave here Friday” Hannah says

“But think of our stylish new apartment” I say

“Are you sure you can dismantle all the camera gear?” Hannah says “Sue and Pete should be coming to set it up in the new apartment Saturday”

Our current apartment had become a sort of messy film set again for tonights broadcast with lights and cables everywhere. We have decided to make a better job of the set-up in our new apartment, Hannah’s friends who supplied all the current gear are coming to fit the new apartment out as a discreet camming studio. They have their own video company and have promised a real top flight set-up.

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I’m showered, dressed and making coffee by the time Hannah comes out of her bedroom still half asleep, stops mid step when she sees me and says “well hello boys” with a big smile. 

I know what she is looking at and I feel myself blush a little bit. 

“Come on show” Hannah says, in her excited voice which is a little higher than her normal voice.

I’ve been keeping it secret on purpose, waiting for a day when we are both home all day. I know the outline of the lace shows through my Tee shirt a little, it took me ages to find one thin enough. Hannah is gesturing for me to lift my Tee instead I pour us coffee first. I’m feeling a bit of a tease and slowly lift my shirt.

“Oh my” Hannah says then notices my ever deepening blush and adds “what a pretty bra, when did you get that?”

“When I was at Whites Lingerie” I say all nervousness has been replaced by a proud feeling as I twist slightly to show Hannah an oblique view.

“I didn’t realise that old fashioned shop would sell something that pretty” Hannah said 

“Glenys sells all sorts, date bras to sports bras and all things in between” I say full of knowledge

“Let me guess…” One unguarded remark and smirking Hannah has me on the ropes “…that is your date bra?”

“I had bought it before Glenys called it that” I said

“And you are going on a date?” Hannah says, a big smirk was not enough and she adds a giggle.

I really had not thought this through and now Hannah’s teasing about ‘going on a date’ was frightening me. I’m thinking it’s the stuff of porn stories. 

“Well…are you?” Hannah says looking pleased with herself

“Don’t tease like that, it scares me. I know we are only business partners but I wanted to feel nice when we are hanging out together” I say in my best ‘hurt’ voice.

“Well you do look cute wearing your date bra” Hannah says with a cheek kiss.

“Please don’t keep saying ‘date bra’ Hannah” I say

“Sorry…well you do look relaxed and cute…better?” Hannah says

“Thanks” I return the cheek kiss “unless we are filming” I add with a smile

“Unless we are filming - deal” Hannah says “You’ll have to take me to that shop”

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“We should be up and running with the cameras by Monday ” Hannah says as we sit chatting in the pub Friday evening, our first night in the village “Sue and Pete have confirmed they are coming first thing tomorrow, stopping overnight”

“Shall we book a table here for a meal with them tomorrow night, I can take the weekend off” I say

“Have you considered giving up the taxi permanently?” Hannah says “we don’t need the money”

“Who does the taxi outside belong to?” The barmaid calls out as if she doesn’t already know. I put my hand up. “Sorry to disturb you but as you are drinking coke, I wonder if you are still working?”

I look at Hannah, she says “why not? I am happy to walk home”

The barmaid explains the regular taxi is not available and I decide to take the fare, four chatty guys going to the golf club. It was a good call on Hannah’s part as they were locals and keen to share information. They pointed out the farm that supplied the greengrocers as we passed, next they pointed out the farm that supplied the butcher. The local taxi driver was always looking for help they said and could pass my number on - all pretty much standard cab-chat.

Pete and Sue arrived just after 6 next morning and begun laying in wires even before I had started making coffee. We have splashed out a couple of long ones on new equipment that I would not have any idea of how to set up so getting up early is a small price to pay. The video lights are disguised as table lamps, the cameras are discreet and the wiring is concealed, even though tech does little for me I’m already feeling excited.

“The hardware is all in” Pete says as we are enjoying our evening meal at the pub “couple of hours testing in the morning and we are done”

“Are you staying for lunch?” Hannah says

“Would love to but we are having lunch with mum” Sue says then slips into work mode “be up early we want to start handover around nine”

“The open plan living room / kitchen, one bedroom and the hallway are fully covered by high def cameras so you can record or livestream while wandering around without having anything to control. Viewers can select cameras or let motion sensors switch viewpoint automatically.” Sue said

“All cameras record to the hard drive to allow videos to be produced from livestream footage or you can film off line” Pete said “and this hand held camera is connected by wifi for any specials”

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We quickly settle into our new apartment and village life, evenings at the pub. A walk in the countryside or to the shops to buy groceries. Best of all is the Greengrocers, even though they say the owners are in some sort of a cult the produce is first class and a fraction of what we paid in the town and so we become regular customers.

The girl who works there Saturdays always amuses us, in a nice way. She is so precise in every way, a pound of carrots has to weigh exactly a pound no matter how long it takes to weigh them, if there is a four apple offer we cannot buy six apples. Her rules go on in a way that would seem odd in an older person. She is a sweet young girl and probably popular with the village boys as well as Hannah who chats to her for ages.

Always confident with her body Hannah was wearing bra and panties as walked into the kitchen when I was making make coffee one morning. A little less confident with my body I was wearing my nightshirt - a sort of sloppy long tee shirt that I sleep in.

“You need to put some panties on, your cock is hanging out the bottom of my nightie” Hannah says with a giggle. 

“You know full well it is a mens night shirt” I say, for reasons unknown I’m feeling a little grumpy at her teasing. 

Hannah walks over to a chair where some clean folded laundry is waiting patiently to be put in the closet “here put these on”

We have not discussed me wearing her underwear so I’m unsure what reaction Hannah expects and say “a pair of my undershorts are there, I’ll put those on” as I point to the pile of laundry.

“I told you to put panties on” Hannah says straight faced and serious.

“Please don’t Hannah” I say in a whiney voice and I can hear myself sort of half heartedly dropping into feminised boyfriend character.

“Put the panties on now” 

No reason to make a big issue I take them and step into them.

“Take my nightie off” 

“It’s not your nightie, please stop this Hannah…I’ll just go and get dressed while the coffee brews” I say and can hear myself properly whiney.

“You know full well it is not a night shirt now stay exactly where you are and take my nightie off” Hannah rummages in the laundry pile as I take the nightie off and stand in just the panties. Hannah inspects me slowly head to toe then toe to head. Careful to make sure we have direct eye contact she says “are your breasts are getting bigger Albert?”

I can feel myself colouring up and cross my arms across my chest then like a teenager I say “I don’t know” then I feel my eyes starting to tear-up. Even though I try to blink the tears away they are coming faster and faster. 

“Please don’t cry” Hannah says as she grabs a Kleenex. Then knowing her soft and low voice will really set me off she says “here dry your eyes sweetie…it’s alright…that’s it, just let it all out…why don’t you tell me what it is you are crying about…”

Her cooing voice has caused my floodgates to open and Hannah passes me the Kleenex box as I perch on the edge of the sofa. She is rummaging in the laundry pile again.

Still using the soft and low voice that set me off crying Hannah says “I’m being so thoughtless, I’m so sorry for making you stand there in just panties. It’s no wonder you got upset, stand up for me a minute…here this is a nice stretchy bra, lets see how it fits you” 

I had guessed what she was searching for before she spoke which only made me feel worse about the situation. We had not discussed doing a domination video, if that is what she has begun to practice without any plan or warning. I’m not even sure if I want to and I certainly am not ready for it at the moment, I began tearing up again but the worst part is that I could feel my cock straining against my panties. Hannah paused while she purposely looked down “…and I can see how excited you are to be wearing my lingerie” Hannah guided the bra straps over my arms then stepped behind me as she fastened the bra.

“There that’s better, it is too big for your little titties and quite tight but better than just panties, now we are just like girlfriends chilling together in our undies” Hannah let out a soft giggle and I imagined her winking to camera from behind me “how about we go get you fitted for a nice comfy bra and some panties of your own?” 

Hannah giggled as she helped herself to a quick grope “now we must take care of that cock before it stretches out my panties”

Still standing behind me Hannah began guiding my hand so that I was rubbing my cock through the panties and began speaking softly “there that’s better, no more tears, relax and let me make sure you enjoy yourself” Hannah began kissing my neck. I’m thinking she has started to make out with me and begin responding. Hannah quietly whispered “can you cum now?” I let out a soft Mmm that I imagined she would mistake for a pleasure sound then gave a small nod.  

Hannah whispered “cum now” then she let go of my hand and said using a strict tone that would make a dog obey “that’s it” and right on cue I began pumping just as Hannah pulled my hand away and holding both hands behind my back “that’s a good girl, show the cameras how you cum for Hannah”

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“That was a wicked thing to do to me Hannah, how could you do that to me without asking or even warning me?” I said. I had spent the rest of the day shut in my bedroom ignoring Hannah’s tapping on the door and offers of tea, coffee and lunch.

“I am sorry and I really don’t know what I can do to make things right. I had wanted to surprise you and did not expect tears. I would never have started that if I had thought you might get so upset” Hannah said “I wish I could make it up to you”

“You looked so evil for a moment” I said still in no mood to let her off. 

“When you started tearing up I saw an opportunity for it to look as if I wanted to really hurt you…like a wicked bitch feminising her boyfriend for her own entertainment” Hannah said “for the camera…to start with, then I realised that I really did want to hurt you”

“Well you did really hurt me and not just looking like I was hurt for a fucking camera” I say

“There is no need to swear like that” Hannah says

“Taxi driver talk” I say in an offhand and uncaring way

“What’s that?” Hannah says 

“When taxi drivers say fuck it’s only a warning that a noun is coming” I say and we both awkwardly laugh as much from nerves as anything.

“I put the nightie to brassiered scene up on Patreon and its already gone viral” Hannah says

“Hold on…you mean that was being recorded?” I say

“I was in a playful mood and started the recording before I left my bedroom just incase anything watchable happened. The underwear thing was only supposed to be a sort of rehearsal but you were a natural and such a star when I told you to put my panties on I wanted to carry it through” Hannah said “you would never have reacted like that if you knew what was coming…” Hannah sort of smiled “I predict we will make more than the price of that new taxi you have been talking about from that one video”

“You know that thing you said about my breasts getting bigger?” I say but Hannah is lost in thoughts and I go to change for work, when I come back into the living room she is looking serious, sad even.

“We need to talk, I can’t put it off any longer…I’ve been awake all night thinking about us” Hannah says, she was looking close to tears “I did want to hurt you then Albert and not just a little…”

“What has brought this on?” I say

“If you hated me this would be easier for me to say what I need to say to you” Hannah says

“It’s not that bad and the money…” I begin to say.

“Just listen, this is already hard enough” Hannah has a blank look as she continues “we started as business partners, with every passing day I am finding it harder to keep to that agreement, my feelings towards you are changing…and I suspect yours are too”

I nod in agreement and am growing excited by the way this is going and wait for Hannah to continue.

“…it was never in our plan for either one of us to fall in love with the other. Since I was a little girl I’ve always imagined being part of an ordinary working class family. An ordinary husband like you used to be before you did all this” she waved at my breasts “and a little house with children…” Hannah pauses.

Not understanding I get excited and jump in “I want us to have  all those things as well Hannah” but she cuts me off.

“Albert, please hear me out…after what you have done to your body the chances of you fathering children with me or any woman for that matter are virtually zero…and even if you did what sort of life would children have with a father that everyone stares at in the street, imagine collecting your children from school…” Hannah paused.

I let the silence stretch as if by waiting would make her say something different.

“…I want to dissolve our partnership before it is too late Albert” Hannah says. 

“But we can still be friends?’ I ask not caring how needy I sound.

As she runs into her bedroom she adds “We’ll always be friends…”

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