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Shrink, grow, transform, mind control - all in your power! What are you going to do?

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Chapter #9

"...well, I've been thinking."

    by: laminar3389 Author IconMail Icon

"What you did last night was wild. But I don't think just becoming my tit was all of it."

Running back into her bedroom, she grabbed a 5lb dumbbell from the floor, a cast iron one covered in pvc that would be typically found in a girls bedroom for impromptu toning exercises.

Back in front of the mirror, she experimentally did a curl with the barbell, watching how her arm flexed from doing the exercise.

"You kept on saying you'd become a super tit for a super girl. And the gun would help me get back at my ex, neil."

She repositioned the barbell on her fingertips, and spun the five pound weight like a penil before stopping and catching it.

"And usually I'm not able to throw Neil around like that when we get into arguements, he usually has his way with me, not me throwing him through a door or smashing a dresser like that"

She slid the weight between you and her other breast, the top of one of the barbell peaking out of the fabulous gravity defying pair of breasts you had become a part of. She let go, the barbell held by her softest of flesh, no give to her cleavage. With an experimental bounce, she found the barbell was wedged in somewhat tightly. the 5 marker an incongruous cleavage topping jewel.

"I shrunk him because he was an ant, and couldn't compare to me anymore."

Grabbing the sides of her breats, she squeezed them together, the massive orbs of flesh applying iron crushing pressure to the barbell, the pvc and iron giving way to her softest of parts.

"I'm not usually like this, I'm nicer, but with you as my tit it seems I keep getting these wilder and wilder thoughts."

Her rough grasp and the feeling of the iron yielding to your edge resulted in a dribble of milk coming from her nipple.

"Mmmm. I see that someone likes this activity. I don't think anyone ordinary can compare to me anymore, you and the gun have seen to that."

Plucking the remainder from the top of her cleavage and brushing away the crumbled iron and pvc from between her breasts, she rubbed the remainder on her pussy lips, the cast iron breaking under the rough use.

"We talked a lot about what I could do while you were my tit. "

"And you'd love to see what it would be like as I rampaged around the city like..."
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