Dale nodded quietly to the good doctor when the white haired man stood behind Candice. They had been co-conspirators and the result had been stellar for them both. The artist took the cover off his latest piece, and Dale sighed at what was revealed in the office light. Her proportions were-- like she was another creature. He'd been with her every step of the way, and had even been shown her body while she was asleep, before the first incision. This was a complete remodeling.<br/><br/>He liked the placement of the nipples and the bulge of her breasts. Even their motions during her little turn were impressive. He'd gravitated closer without realizing it, and was awestruck by her expression when she looked at him. He recognized the tension in her eyes, but the formation of her features were much more pleasant that he'd ever seen on her. The naivety made him want to explain things to her. He'd never see Candice again. He now lived with-- this woman. Dale made no secret of washing her up and down with his attention, and even stayed on the endowed parts. It didn't seem odd when she looked like this. She'd been designed for someone else's eyes, after all.<br/><br/>"Calm down, lady." he answered when she asked about clothing, his demeanor not that of an annoyed son anymore. While he kept a dominant posture over her, he looked far more interested than he ever had. His hand came to her shoulder to turn her back and forth after the doctor had damaged her spirit with the price for this new shape. He made her new places jiggle. Dale trailed three fingers up her stomach, savoring the skin. Those digits were just biding their time before reaching the belly of her tits.<br/><br/>"Well, I am sure you're good for it." Dr. Laite joked. "But I want full satisfaction from you, so I'd advise your son's opinion." he injected. "Dale, if you'd please." His magical, expensive hand gestured to the naked, remade woman by the office mirror, and Dale wasn't late to oblige. The tits that had nurtured him when he was small felt hard as he cupped them from below. His smallest finger drew in the valley between her ribs and the tit, and he couldn't even detect the hint of a scar. His hand followed the hill up, until he could carefully pinch the nipple to see if she still had sensation in it. The hand formerly on her shoulder dropped down her spine, and cupped one of her new, sizable buttcheeks in a similar manner, as though trying to lift her.<br/><br/>"How does it feel, mom?" he asked, dark eyes engaged in her body like she'd been completely remolded just for him, and now he was here to see the order through, as though he was buying from the doctor himself, and Candice had nothing to do with the transaction. "Do you feel more sensitive?" he pressed, squeezing the nipple a little harder, and sliding fingers between her buttocks. He applied more pressure to test the material she'd been filled with, and found that it was firm.