Angela looked at the TV, looked at the remote, aimed the remote at her chest, and tapped the "fire" button. Within seconds, she could feel her bra begin to tighten and pinch as her bust spilled over the once-well-fit cups. With a minimum of thought, she gave her ass a similar treatment. She could feel her yoga pants begin to strain as her thick thighs and butt began to swell against their stretchy black prison.
The warmth of her growth spread throughout Angela's body, sending pleasant tingling sensations through some decidedly sensitive areas. She bit her lip as she repressed a moan.
"Oh my god," she panted upon gaining her composure. Angela stared down at her body. Her view of her legs and feet were obscured by a view of her own head-sized breasts and collar-stretching cleavage. She went to grope her own ass, only to find that it was wider and thicker than any other non-enhanced aspects of her body. Angela shuddered. This little thing was a game-changer. No, she corrected herself, this thing was a game unto itself. One where she made the rules. The only question was, what game could she possibly play?
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