"I think I'll keep you like this for the moment." She gestures for you to turn on the spot.
"I just want to get a proper view... Just think of yourself as my mirror."
Cheeks burning with shame, you give her a slow twirl allowing her to take you in from every angle.
"I think Brandi suits you better now..." Her tone suggesting she's asking.
Your frown is impossible to misunderstand, your arms folded across your chest too. Though they uncurl as you find defiance isn't as easy with a full bust in the way. You can't help but imagine you look more petulant than anything else.
"You'd prefer Barbi?" Stacey asks, with wry amusement.
Your petulant defiance evaporates, as you shake your head 'No', holding one finger up you show you prefer 'Brandi' instead.
There's a power, a mania behind her eyes a dark twinkling in their depths.
"You always wanted me to be ... bigger." She mimes an expanding bust and butt with her hands.
This flesh already feels too ripe from the inside. But you can't deny you did say those words.
Planting her hands on your shoulders, she speaks again. "I wish you could see what it's like to be bigger."
She steps back, to better admire your changes. As you feel your bust swell larger, heavier. Your rump grows too, still as round and firm as before it's hard to forget.
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