Eric wanted his fiance: one week later

Once again, you sit across from Emma and Eric. Emma must not have come from work this time: she's wearing a tank top, jean shorts, and sandles, and her makeup is plainer than before. Eric looks much as he did previously, only with a new t-shirt and a different plaid pattern on his over-shirt. Anyone looking at the two of them would still think she was out of his league, but the visual isn't as jarring this time. Both of them are smiling as they enter, and keep glancing at the other.

"So, you came back, and you both seem to be in a good mood. Emma, I see Eric resisted the urge to turn you into his full-time bimbo-pet?" She blushes a little and nods. "So, how'd the experiment go? Eric, you first."

He scratches his chin. "Well... like I said Doc, I wouldn't have complained about our sex life before... But this week has really been something. You were right, man... A D-Cup+ woman that you're really in love with... Definitely more than just a release."

"And you, Emma?"

She glances at her fiance. "Eric's right. I didn't realize how much he was holding back in the bedroom before. I thought he could be rough, or take control when I wanted it, but... It's a whole other level when he doesn't feel like he has to ask, or even care what I think."

"Good, good," you chuckle. "I thought that might be the case. Let's go over the week. How long was it before you took your first half-pill?"

Emma looks at Eric, but he motions for her to go ahead. She seems to be trying to follow your feedback from last week, and this is a good start.

"We were going straight home, so I took the first half-pill in the car. The label said they took around an hour to take full effect, so I wanted to get a head start."

"Good to hear you taking the initiative," you say with a nod. "How long was it before your fiance took advantage?"

"It was when I was getting dinner ready. They were already heavier by the time we got home, so I had to change out of my bra--"

"She was in that same grey skirt she wore to the session," Eric interjects, "but she was also wearing a tank top like the one she's got now... It was already starting to stretch."

"Yeah," she continues. "I hadn't really considered my wardrobe, so I figured I'd go with something stretchy. Anyway, I noticed Eric watching me for a while, and they just kept growing... After a minute he reached around me to shut of the stove, then said... What was it? 'Time to get to work, Bitch.'" She blushes a bit at the memory. "I... Ah... I guess he was inspired by your example."

"And did you 'get to work?'"

"Yes, I sunk down to my knees and sucked him off right there in the kitchen."

"How did it feel?"

"I... It felt amazing. I mean, I'd seen free use women do that before, but I never realized how hot it could feel to be used. He didn't even tell me to speed up or slow down. He just grabbed the back of my head set the pace he wanted."

"I didn't actually last that long, Doc," Eric interjects. "Speaking of which, we've agreed that if we're going to keep up the experiment, I'm probably going to need a stamina mod. I'm surprised how quick it is to wear yourself out with a live-in D-Cup+ girl."

You nod, and make a note.

They never did make it back to dinner that night. Eric might not have been able to blow load after load like a super-human, but they did manage christen a few rooms, and he spent his recovery time playing with her expanded assets.

After that first night, they enjoyed themselves so much that Emma began taking a full pill as soon as she got in the car after work, and Eric was ready each night with a list of things to try. Since she was a tiny thing, barely a hundred pounds, he was quite easily able to dominate and manhandle her.

"I took a queue from that scenario you gave us, Doc. Saturday morning, before her dose had worn off from the previous night, I put three pills in her mouth, held it shut, and ordered her to swallow."

"It definitely wasn't the first time he'd ordered me to swallow that week though," Emma giggled.

Surprisingly, Eric hadn't thought to tit-fuck until that day, perhaps just enjoying the control he had, or maybe saving a favourite activity for when her chest was as big as the Upgra-D could make it. The rest of the weekend though, he exclusively used her jugs to get off, only allowing her release from playing with herself at his direction.

"So, from those smiles on your faces, it sounds like you both enjoyed the week." They eagerly agreed. "Emma, what did you like?"

"Well, I guess Eric just seemed so confident. He lets me take the lead on a lot of things, so just going for hours or days at a time with him making all my choices was kind of a rush. I... I don't want everything that comes with being D-Cup+ all the time, but I could definitely get behind this part-time free use."

"And Eric, how about you?"

"Well, the sex, obviously." Emma playfully punches him in the arm. "Hey, ouch. But yeah, the sex was great, but it wasn't just that. You're a therapist, you know about imposter syndrome? Where you feel like you're not good enough for something you're doing or a situation you're in? I think I always felt a bit like that with Emma. I mean, sure her family disapproves, but I think I've always been waiting for this all to fall apart. She'll realize she's made a mistake."

"And now?"

He scratches his head. "Yeah, I think I've finally stopped believing that. You don't give someone control of your body like that without trusting them completely. '

You smile. "Well, it sounds like that part of the experiment was a success at least. How about other aspects of your life? You've definitely been participating more in the conversation this week."

"Uh...I think it's been helping. I might just be riding high on the feeling of having a live-in slut, but I feel like everything with my work has been going right this week."

"Good, good." You turn to Emma. "I see by how tight your top has gotten that you followed my instructions to take a pill before the session this week. Shall we get to the next phase of our therapy?"