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"Your turn next, my sweet." Kyle suggested.

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Kyle smirked, it was sultry and seductive. "I suppose it's Kylie now." she confessed. "But, I hope you weren't planning on bedding me." she purred. A tip of her head, unsettling Eric.

"I suspect you'll be Erica before too long." Kylie's smile was almost predatory, despite her situation.

Eric shook his head, "Nah, you're just trying to... to spook me." he objected. His voice cracking in the middle making his eyes widen. His lips work in silence, trying to form a question, an objection, a denial.

Kylie just smiled and nodded. Her confidence wiping out Eric's previous bravado.

"I think your fetish is going to be more fun to watch than vice versa." Kylie teased.

Her hands coming off her own succulent bust to mime one even fuller, heavier and more awkward for Eric to imagine growing... herself.

His hands were patting his own clothes, only to discover how much his body had retreated beneath. They now hung baggily from his shoulders, though the chest refused to collapse despite Eric's hand now disappearing into the sleeves. He felt the looseness of the shoes, and the narrowing of his shoulders.

Hating to find out the answer, but still needing to know. His hands darted to his crotch. Kylie's laugh was trilling and delighted, as Eric's face was aghast. What he discovered was barely there, and felt like it was retreating.

Hands slipping into his pants, the belt too loose to be an obstacle. It was worse with flesh to flesh. His fingers tingling, as they shrank, taking on more delicate feminine dimensions. There was virtually nothing left to grasp. A warbling cry of defeat rising from Eric's throat, also rose in pitch and tone, losing any trace of masculinity.

"I'm Erica." she confessed in a defeated tone. A deep sigh revealing the hint of her bust that was truly starting to grow.
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