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The next morning Vanessa was still furious about what had happened. She had tried to escape during the night, but had found to her great frustration that her new 'mother' had locked her in her new bedroom and try as she might, she couldn't **** the lock. Because of this she had been **** to lay there in the dark room brooding as she couldn't sleep in such a strange and unfamiliar place. So when Mrs. Patterson finally came and let her out so she could use the toilet she gave the other woman the coldest silent treatment ever. Still naked she walked past her with her nose in the air as if the woman wasn't even there.

Mrs. Patterson was very amused and let Vanessa have this little victory. It was a long day after all. When Vanessa was finished in the bathroom she gave her a robe to put on and then took her downstairs to breakfast. The scrambled eggs and biscuits and gravy were not quite what she normally had in the morning, she was more the fruit and kale smoothie type, but she hadn't had anything to eat since early the day before so dug in heartily. By the time she finished everything and washed it down with a glass of milk she began to grow sleepy. "I think someone needs a nap," Mrs. Patterson smiled and helped Vanessa up from the table. So tired was Vanessa that after just a few steps she was more asleep then awake.

When the fallen CEO came back to her senses it was clear that considerable time had elapsed since breakfast. Furthermore she was no longer in the kitchen or for that matter even in Mrs. Patterson's home. Looking around she began to grow nervous as she took in the white walls, the beeping medical equipment, the harsh lights and the narrow bed she was in. "Where am I? What's going on?"

She didn't have to wait long to get an answer. Mrs. Patterson was sitting in a chair nearby reading a magazine and evidently waiting for her to wake up. "We're at the doctor's office of course," she laughed, "I told you things were going to have to change. I had the doctor take care of those ridiculous melons of yours. "

"What!!!" Vanessa shrieked and sat up to see that her breasts were in fact wrapped in bandages. Something had indeed been done to her chest.

"That's right," Mrs. Patterson chuckled as she watched Vanessa frantically try to make sense of what was going on, "There just happened to be a doctor in town who is an old friend of mine and as a personal favor he slipped you into his busy surgical schedule."

"Surgery?" Vanessa gasped, surely this crazy woman was just messing with her.

"Just a little liposuction, nothing too invasive," Mrs. Patterson explained. "It's a new non-incisional method of breast reduction, perfect for women like yourself who were previously cursed with overly large mammaries.

"How... how small are they now?" Vanessa dared ask.

"The doctor wasn't certain, he said they would firm up in the next week or two and we would know at that point," Mrs. Patterson explained, "but he estimated he would be able to relieve you of all but maybe a 32 AA or so."

"You fucking bitch!" Vanessa screamed and tried to lunge at the woman who had robbed her of her beautiful breasts but unfortunately didn't realize she was strapped to the bed and only managed to comically flop about.

"Quit being silly, Vanessa," Mrs. Patterson told her as she stood up and stretched. "Now let's get you dressed. We have some more stops to make."