Standing there in front of your mirror, you marvel at your size. Your perfectly toned body and flawless skin make you look like some warrior princess. Sliding your hands down over your hips you reach your new, tight ass that absolutely screams sexual beauty. Bending down so that you can look at yourself in the mirror, you see your face has shifted somewhat, the cheekbones were longer, your lips more full. You seemed older looking, maybe 19 or so. Looking at your beautiful eyes, you have no doubt that such a face would enthrall most men with a glance. But still, the crowning point is your chest. Your beautiful big breasts each are the size of a basketball. Even without a bra, they stand firmly in place, sticking a good 7 or 8 inches from your chest, not counting your fully erect nipples. Even just looking at you is arousing. You give the girls a squeeze and moan with the rush of pleasure that radiates through you. That settles it, time to go show the world the new you.
Sorting through your clothing, you find that, no surprise, nothing fits you anymore. But a little tweak with your power and your outfit is ready. Up top you don a hot pink tang top with a neck line that plunged right to the middle of your cleavage. The midriff exposes the underside of your tits and since you feel no need for a bra, they bounce and giggle with even the slightest movement on your part, sending more pleasurable ripples through you. Below that is a miniskirt with a hemline that only just covers your butt, not that it matters. Being so tall now, most guys could just duck under you if they wanted, and they’d catch a peek at the hello kitty panties you chose to wear. After toying with the idea of high heels, you decided instead to go with a simple pair of black flip flops.
Dressed and ready, you duck under the doorway and head out. To think, only fifteen minutes ago you would have had to jump to reach the top of the door farm, and now you have to bend over just to make it through. You send a silent thanks to the genie for giving you this amazing power. Heading outside, you walk to the subway stop. With each step, your cleavage bounces about , always threatening to slip out of your tiny top, yet somehow managing to remain just barely covered. Behind you, the two cheeks of your tushie are like gladiators locked in an epic struggle, each fighting to gain the upper and as you stride. You smirk with delight as you see how the people walking by you barely even make it up to your crotch. Most men cant keep there eyes off you, and many don’t even both trying to hide there lust filled stairs. You throw an extra little hop in your step, squealing with glee at the attention.
Just when you thought things couldn’t get any better…
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