As I promised in story 41, I'll describe what happened to Hubby's chest.

Diana gave me instructions on how to take care of my Hubby breasts he had developed.

Diana described to me that the cause tits growing, are the drugs that Hubby has taken. The first step was to immediately interrupt with the drug that caused the problem. The second was to prevent further growth of the breasts, Thirdly, to allow my Hubby to deal with moderate sports, and the tits annoyed him, because they shuddered when he ran or walked fast. Another aspect was important, and that was the look. So his friends do not mess with him, or does not kidding with him, especially in the summer months when wearing a thin T shirt or a shirt. That's was easy for Diana to say, but now it's up to me to do it. Diana recommend a sports bra, which due to constant wearing can stop breast growth. It is clear that the bras are not products for men, so it was necessary to buy a woman's bra.

One nice day I told Hubby we were going shopping, but I did not talk about the details. We came to the women's lingerie store.

Saleswoman: Good day, what can I do for you?

Me: We want a sports bra.

Seller: What colors, size? We have many types ...

Me: Skin color, neutral, type to be elastic, not to be seen, that there are no seams, and a big size.

Seller: Here we have these types.

I looked at several models she brought, I picked up four pieces and invited Hubby to come with me in a changing room. I undressed, and tried all in a row. Then I said to Hubby that they were very comfortable and that the breast does not shake in them, so I jumped a couple of times, Of course that my boobs have shaken, bumped, and bounced.

Me: Hubby you should try one, so that your tits will be less visible when you wear a shirt and it would be good if you walk or run, try, is comfortable, this is a universal unisex model. (what clearly was my fantasy).

After a little hesitation, Hubby agreed. He stripped and tried one model, it was too small. He could not buckle. I called the vendor and demanded greater size. After a couple of minutes she brought me a bigger size of pink color, and gave me through the curtain. I helped Hubby to wear, then the salesgirl asked.

Salesgirl: Is It Now a good size?

Me: The size good now.

The salesgirl realized that I was dressed and opened the curtain. Hubby stood facing her in the pink brassiere. Exactly then another salesgirl was in front with a lady she was following to the next cabin. All three fell into laughter. Hubby blushed like a lobster. I laughed too. but I said:

Me: It does not matter because they do not understand anything at all, and they do not know us, so do not worry.

Angrily I closed the curtains and said to the salesgirl:

Me: Bring me a neutral color, do not come in again, because I'll call the chief of the store for improper behavior of the staff.

This words calmed down Hubby. After a few minutes the salesgirl came up with several sizes bras in skin color. Hubby reluctantly tried and we bought a few pieces. As we went out, the salesgirls were serious, but when we got out I saw them through the showcase that they were laughing, and immediately began to buzz. When we got to the house. I gave the bras to the maid to wash them.

The next day the maid brought the bras in my room and put it in the closet. When I saw I said to her:

Me: These are Hubby's bras, take them to his closet.

I was after her in the hubby's room, I saw that Margo was laughing. When we got to the room Hubby was sitting. I told him to get up and that Margo would help him to dress the bra.

Hubby: Does she have to know that I wear a bra ...

Me: Come on, Hubby do not worry, She washes you, dresses you, puts a catheter, depilates your intimacy, sees you naked every day for 10 times, so she can know that you are wearing a sports bra. After all, you, and her know that if one word is out of the door of what's happening here, she can pack immediately.

Margo was serious, aided Hubby to wear a bra. He has a nice fit, the nipples were no longer exposed, but they were visible through the elastic material. His breast where pressed to his chest, and this reminds me of woman's breasts, and I'm very fond of it.

Now Hubby always wears a bra.

To be continued.