The angels suit around her chest began to creak. She opens her eyes suddenly short of breath. Looking down she finally sees her breasts pulsing. Growing. Fighting against the suits protective fabrics. Her nipples were hard in pure arousal only making it worse with the suit constructing them.
She reaches for a chair and slumpts down in it. Setting the staff aside. Her expression was utterly dumbfounded. In the midst of her distraction hee breasts had jumped up in size. She undoes a small buckle at the collar of her suit and its front white plate then split open and an ocean of cleavage them spurts out and finally she could breathe properly.
"Dear God..." Mercy huffs. Reaching a hand up to feel one. The sensation being almost too much to bare. "Double D's... N-now... What... Double F's?" She asks herself
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