Bets woke up early as was her usual routine. She made her way to the guest room she had talked her parents into making a small gym. The TV was on and playing the workout DVD she loved. She warmed up according to the instructions from the video even though she knew the routine by heart. After that there was ten minutes on the treadmill. Then she would watch the next DVD that involved light weights.
Bets worked hard to keep her body fit. She wanted to keep this body for the next thirty years at least. Once she married a wealthy man she would need to keep this body so that life could be easy. Bets was not lazy. It took a lot of work to keep her body looking sexy. She just did not want to actually work in any sort of job. Bets was not stupid but she did not want to actually have to think that much. She just wanted to have someone who wanted to make her happy.
Moving to the tread mill Bets took a swig of water from the bottle she kept close by. She snapped her sports-bra strap to re-seat it. That was one thing she did not like about her body. Her breasts were too small. Bets had thought of everything to find a sugar-daddy. Her stomach was flat, her legs were long and sexy, her skin was always flawlessly tan, her hair was long and blond. She chose her clothing well to emphasis her body but to do it in a way that did not make her look cheep. She read magazines on everything from cars to food to music so that she could talk endlessly with someone and any topic they wanted. She cultured a high-class attitude and wanted only the best. Bets would be the perfect catch for any well-to-do man that wanted a prize-wife. The only thing missing was what nature had failed to give her.
Bets had waited for her breasts to develop. She needed them to be big enough to be enticing but not so big to look silly. Big for sexy, but not so sexy to look whorish. Bets wanted a large B or a small C but it was not to be. Bets had small breasts. That would not do and she was worried that some other woman would steal her man just because she had more cleavage. Surgery was right out too; cultured women did not get sacks of salt-water. Bets was seriously thinking about trying herbal pills.
She was about to start the running machine when she found the box. The necklace was lovely and the tiny gem had a small 'B' inside. Clearly it was for her, otherwise it would not be in her gym, where she could find it. She put the necklace on without thinking about it. She felt it tighten and felt the warmth and shivered from the goosebumps. She would have to wait to see how it looked on her. Right now she had to run.
The machine droned as she ran. The rhythmic pounding of her feet made a hypnotic noise. The beating of her heart and her breathing of her lungs added to the music of her workout. Bets closed her eyes and tried to stop thinking as she ran. As the minutes wore on she felt her body tingle.
Soon she found something new. Her breasts were bouncing. That was not un-natural. But the amount of bouncing was new. Her breasts swayed and bounced in her spandex top. Bets opened her eyes and stared down at her breasts. They were bigger. They were bouncing. As she watched she could see they were still growing. Under the stretchy fabric her breasts formed two round masses filling the top to the utmost.
A minute later, Bets was leaning against the wall holding her breasts in her hands. She rubbed and felt the breasts. They were real and they were hers. The nipples poked out nicely. She loved her new breasts. It had to be magic but she was happy to ignore that. She could ignore that for now she was ready to find that sugar-daddy.
Later she showered and spent a good long while cleaning her new breasts.