She was woman enough to make her ex drool. Besides this was a night with friends to make her forget him, and his sleezy, skanky whore of a .... Bringing her emotions under control she reminder herself she was better without him.
It felt oddly like she burped and broken wind at the same moment. A sudden bloated feeling washing over her.
Afraid she'd burst the stitching on her skirt, she snatched her hands to her thighs, checking that she wasn't flashing more ass than she wanted, or bursting out of her clothes.
Everything felt right... and everything felt wrong too. Her shoulders ached, telling her in no uncertain terms that her bust had grown. It wasn't some illusion, or fantasy. But, her hands also confirmed her ass was fuller, firmer and just as spectacular.
Looking to Bobby Petersen, she recalled her absent-minded wish, and the odd little bottle clenched in her fist. For all the changes, her it was on Barbara that was waiting for her to finish adjusting her shoes. A blank, faintly impatient look on her face, was just as clearly oblivious to her changes!
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