Just a variant image for Part Two using a different style of model. Wasn't sure which came out better, so feel free to let me know!

Part One:

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Part Two:

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After months of silence, the Pair Rent app finally chimed with a new client. Work had been thin on the ground from Mike since the last job, posing as his best friend's fiance for a wedding function. That had been a fun few hours, hanging off his friend's arm for the admiration and jealousy of his relatives. Mike had gorged himself on the canapés as much as he dared while maintaining the appearance of an idealized, exotic fiance, but it had been Pro Bono work, barely enough to cover expenses. This was a real job.

"Looks like the rent is getting paid this month," he smiled to himself, glancing at the client's stipulations.

They wanted a wife for the weekend and were willing to pay well for it. It was an open contract, 48 hours to begin within, though open to extensions. Most clients were satisfied with 30 minutes, if that, so he quickly hit 'Accept' before any of his competitors snapped it up, before taking a deeper look at the terms. She was to be sweet, subservient. He could do that, no problem. Ugh. They had ticked for the Oriental Experience. As a second-generation Asian-American, he honestly couldn't tell his Thai from his Tagalog, let alone speak a word of it. Thankfully, neither could his clients. All they wanted was the appearance and the sound of it. He cringed every time they made him do the accent, knowing he was most likely offending two billion people in the process, and that his mom would certainly kick his ass if she ever knew how he made his living, but hey, the Oriental Experience added an easy +20% to the fee that he wasn't about to turn down.

He slipped out his male clothes and selected a silk, Chinese cheongsam from the wardrobe that hung empty on his chest. He browsed the physical requirements - double-D breasts - and headed quickly to the bathroom, knowing the sooner he started to fill himself, the longer his skin had to stretch. He retrieved the silicone pump from the bathroom cabinet, pulled the cheongsam aside to hook its tube up to the discrete valves beneath his armpits, and set the machine going. While his breasts gurgled and slowly expanded from within, he tended to his makeup. Satisfied his chest was of sufficient size, he switched off the pump and eased his tender breasts into a supportive bra.

He was just putting the final touches to his hair, pinning it up with a set of Japanese kanzashi, and trying to mentally slip into the persona of the woman he'd be for the next few days when the Pair Rent app chimed a second time with the client's details. His excitement turned to anger as a familiar address flashed across the screen. He was soon in the car, his high heel wedged firmly on the gas. He stormed up the garden path and hammered on the door.

"You fucking asshole," Mike roared as David answered the door. "I do you a favor and this is how you repay me? Is this some practical joke? What, do you have the guys hiding somewhere to laugh at me? Ugh! It's going to take me fucking days to deflate this tits. And do you have any fucking idea how long this hair took to do?"

David took an alarmed step into the house as Mike gestured wildly with a sharpened kanzashi. "I thought I asked for 'sweet and submissive'?" he said. "Although, this is kinda working me... You're so beautiful when you're angry."

"You bet I'm angry! I don't care if you don't intend to pay, I need this. Just because we're friends, don't think I won't kick your ass until the money falls out," Mike snapped.

"What makes you think I won't pay?" David said with a grin, stepping aside. "You should come inside. I've got you for the whole weekend, wife."