"I'm fine, Mrs. Reynolds. How are you?" She looked surprised at my greeting. I could not tell if it was because I had returned the greeting at all or because I sounded so cheerful. I'm not sure why I was in a good mood. I guess you can only stay depressed for so long, even in a terrible situation.
"I'm well, thank you, honey. Come in. Remember the rules..."
I was not even through the door good when I pulled my sweater over my head and started undoing the buttons of my blouse.
"Here, let me help you with that," Mrs. Reynolds said considerately, after she shut the door. She took my sweater and put it on the table in the foyer. She would have helped unbutton my blouse, but I had it off before she got the chance. I handed it to her and had reached behind me to unhook my bra when she held out a hand and said, "Wait. Let me do that."
I stood quietly as she put my blouse on the table and then turned to me and put her hands on either side of my breasts and felt how they were filling my bra cups. She slipped her fingers into the cups and felt for slackness. There wasn't any. My breasts completely filled the DD-cups and bulged out of the top of the bra.
"Very good," she said, "you're coming along nicely." She reached behind me, pressing her breasts against mine in the process, and unhooked my bra. She pulled it over my shoulders and away from my breasts, which fell free and hung swaying on my chest. Before, they had merely bounced when I took off my bra, now they dropped. Mrs. Reynolds smiled to see the progress she was making with me. She picked up one breast and hefted it in her hand. Then she did the other. She nodded and said, "You are getting much bigger. It is time for you to move to a larger cup. I think I might have something that will fit you."
I wondered how a woman who never wore a bra was going to have one lying around that would fit someone so much smaller than herself. Then it hit me. Half of the big house was probably filled with her wardrobe. She had most likely gone shopping and bought a bra in every size that might fit me. I envied her the casual way that she passed it off as 'something I might have'. She was warped, but she had style.
"Come along, now," she said. I picked up my bookbag and followed her down to the family room, my breasts wobbling at every step.
Once downstairs, I put my bag on the floor next to the desk and assumed the now-familiar stance. She smiled to see me come to attention. She took my arm and led me over to the weight bench. She sat me down and went over to the wet bar. She came back with a cup of water and three of the small white pills. I tossed them into my mouth and took the cup from her. After I had swallowed the day's dose of hormone pills, she took back the cup and returned it to the bar. As she walked away, it dawned on me that she never checked my mouth to see if I had actually swallowed the pills. She never peeked at me to make sure I was wearing the weights and she had stopped checking the timer. She expected me to follow her instructions and not to cheat. It was ironic that this woman, whose single-minded goal was to ruin my body, apparently trusted me more than my own mother did.
I waited on the bench, expecting another series of injections, but Mrs. Reynolds returned empty-handed. Seeing me look at her hands, she guessed my thoughts and said, "No injection today. We'll see how you do over the next few days before I decide about that. You are really making better progress than I expected."
I know it's weird, but I smiled and blushed to hear her praise me.
"All right," she said, "Time to put on the clamps." She started toward the shelf where the clamps lay, but she stopped when she saw that I was going to beat her to them. She watched as I carefully positioned one clamp and then the other on my nipples and then lowered the weights to the ends of the chains. I bounced on my toes to jerk the weights and get the clamps seated firmly.
As I felt the clamps tighten and the familiar weight pull my breasts down my body, I shuddered slightly at the pain. I stood still for a moment with my eyes closed, allowing my nipples to become acclimated. The pain drained away quickly and I smiled with relief. When I opened my eyes, I saw Mrs. Reynolds looking at me. She had a strange look on her face. I wondered what she was thinking.
"Don't forget the timer," she reminded me. With the weights swinging, I walked casually over to the box and rotated the dial around to the 60 minute mark
She looked at the weights swinging from my stretched breasts and asked, "You seem to be quite comfortable with those on now. How much can you do?"
In answer I bent over further and further until the weights were pulling my breasts up instead of down and my hands were palm-down on the floor.
"Very good!" Mrs. Reynolds exclaimed. "Oh, but of course, your cheerleading! You must do a lot of exercises at cheerleading practice. Can you show me some others?"
I went through several of the flexibility and strength exercises that I had done earlier that day at practice - lunges, leg kicks, back bends, rotations, straddles, splits. The only things I left out were jumping and tumbling. I tried to do everything as smoothly as I could to keep from making any sudden changes of direction, but many of them hurt like hell anyway with five pounds of iron hanging from my nipples. I'm sure much of the pain showed on my face. When I finished, there was a sheen of perspiration on my body and tears were streaming down my cheeks. I still flashed Mrs. Reynolds my Cheerleader Smile at the end, even though my nipples felt like they were on fire.