As Heather walks toward the table, Alex notices the changes starting to take effect. He taps Trish's hand and she turns just as Heather's t-shirt starts to stretch. Just as Heather is about to ask if they need anything, a look of confusion passes over her face.
"What... what's happening? Where did my bra go?" she says, as she feels her shirt start to strain over the size of her new breasts. Alex, learning from his experience with Trish, had the program remove her bra so there would be no discomfort.
Wanting to see how well the submissive trait is taking effect, Alex asks for some ketchup. Heather hesitates for a second and then responds with a very cheerful, "Right away, sir!" As she heads off, Alex admires her new firmer ass.
"Good call on suggesting the ass, " Alex states, appreciatively. Trish nods, not taking her eyes away from Heather until she's out of sight.
"Right, what did you say?" Trish blushes intensely.
Before Alex can ask about it, Heather comes back to the table, a little flush as well. Her t-shirt has started to rip at the collar and her tits have lifted it up so it shows a significant amount of her stomach. "Here you go, sir." Alex is pretty sure he sees her body shudder with a bit of excitement when he says that. "Is there... anything else you two need?"
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