"Okay, okay! I'll give em back!" you say begrudgingly. Samantha doesn't deserve these curves, but they're still hers. It's basically stealing.
"What would they even call it? Curve theft? Fatnapping? Jiggle stealing?" you think to yourself, grinning at the idea of there actually being a law against stealing curves. But Sam isn't in the mood for jokes, and pokes you. Again.
"Hurry up, bimbo! Have your inner comedy later, and give me my curves back!" Looks like Sam is about to snap. And it appears she's never heard of using your inside voice, as one of the employees has come to find out what's going on.
"Ma'am? Is everything okay in there? Do you need he-" but she's interrupted by Sam.
"SHUT UP! I'M BUSY, OKAY?!" Sam screams, making your ears ring. "Now hurry up already!"
"Fine! Calm down! Gimme a moment, okay? I don't really know how to do this yet, but I'll try, kay?" you tell her, hoping she'll calm down a little bit.
"Fine. You've got one minute to give me back my curves. One. Minute. Got it?" she says, poking you multiple times for emphasis. The only reason you haven't told her to stop, is because it feels kind of nice.
"Yeah yeah." you mumble as you close your eyes and start to focus on Samantha's body. You're about to imagine her growing back to her original form when you get an idea.
"Who says I have to give her everything? Maybe I can keep some for myself." You consider this for a moment. Give her all of it? Or some?
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