Under your wife's fresh, youthful face, you can see the overly curvey body of someone who has had far too much plastic surgery. Gone is Nina's simple white ruffle blouse with modest hints of her humble cleavage. In place of the blouse is a figure hugging crop top that strains to contain two monstrous F-cup orbs. Her skin had become worn, and had the overly bronze tone of too much time in a tanning bed. On her toned arms, tattoos ran from elbow to shoulder, a heart wrapped in rose thorns on one side and the word 'tease' on the other. Further down, a once toned midriff showed signs of softening, rolling slightly over the band of he cropped denim short shorts. Much like the top, her shorts clung to the full curve of her backside, showing a lower back tattoo of swirling tribal designs and butterflies. Her legs were thick and toned, and for a moment, you thought she was grasshopper now, until you saw the 4" heels and perched on.
" Honey," you managed to say at last. "How do you feel? Are you okay?"
"I... I feel like some one is sitting on my chest," she said with a slight gasp. " And its a little hard to breathe." Looking down at herself she let out a startled gasp and wobbled on her high heels. " Is this really me now?"
" Well," you answered slowly, trying not to be too distracted by your wife's new bulging bust. "I guess that depends on how you think of it...."
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