Walter’s voice was now matching to the body and as Tim tried to speak, she found out that the same was valid to her too….
Ok some small improvement, but the price was maybe high:
Sniffing the smoke rising from the device, Walter’s nose curled in disgust at the acrid stench. Opening the device to survey the damage, Walter struggled with her significant bust as it repeatedly hit the desk, when she leaned in closer. Cursing their size, heft and awkwardness, she sat back.
"Shoot..." she swore cutely.
A quizzically raised eyebrow from Tim, his father wasn't one to be offended by swear words.
"Can't you repair it?" he asked nervously.
"Yes, well, no... Yes, but not with what I have here." She explained, "Darn it all."
She sighed, straightening up, she stretched and flexed.
"We need to go to the lab..." she giggled girlishly, "They won't recognise me like this...
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