Feeling the cutting tightness of the string bikini, you know you're as feminine as Jeff and Mark. But, seeing their expressions, you can't help but laugh. Mark's trying to push her bust flat, as if she can trigger some kind of restoration. The frustration on her face in gorgeous.
"You do them, and I'll do those." you suggest, a meaningful nod to her incredible ass.
"If we push hard enough, you might squeeze into some trunks instead of filling that bikini." you suggest with a smirk in your voice. Still trying to get used to the purring tones of your new voice. It makes every sentence sound lewd, and full of innuendo.
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Jeff looks almost hypnotised by her new breasts, so firm and full. She puts Mark in the shade, bouncing on her heels, she sets her bust rippling, a giggle spilling from her lips. She's taking it incredibly well, until you hear the edge of hysteria that she's fighting.
The giggles turn into a snort of amusement, as Jeff peels her gaze from her own incredible body. Reaching out a slender arm, the bracelets jingling at her wrist. She points it straight at you.
"Jesus!" she gasps, "At least I'm still human, you look like positively equine, with that ass."
Taking the time to look over your own body, you repeat Jeff's words, "Jesus Christ!" Your hands brushing over the immense expanse of your wide, wide hips, and that too lush ass, you're carrying. The yellow string bikini leaving nothing to the imagination.
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