Dr. Schneider decided that she couldn't wait for Kandi, that she couldn't live with these tiny boobs another second. She wanted big melons that bimbos--other bimbos--could lose themselves in. She set the body modification machine, and strapped herself in.
"Ooooh" said the doctor, as she contemplated a pair of double Ds. "I want" as she felt her breasts grow from their modest size to something befitting the sex-crazed bimbo she wanted so passionately to be. She emerged from the machine and stumbled to the mirror, fondling her new assets the whole way.
"Nice" she muttered, but so incomplete, as her new breasts hung incongrously on her flat, skinny body. Next she needed to do her hips, and butt, and lips. . .
Just then the doorbell rang. Kandi.
The doctor went to the door, and was shocked to discover, of all things, a disgusting man who she thought she had seen around before accompanying Kandi. Clearly, she couldn't make Kandi exclusively lesbian soon enough.
"Hi" said Kandi, perkily. "This is my new friend Brandi! I told her you could help her like you helped me!"