Gradually, Jim realised that she was no longer compelled to masturbate. After a short stuggle of willpower, she stopped fingering herself - and completely failed to remove her hand. Opening her eyes, she saw the reasons why - her breasts, already huge, had grown another 13 cup sizes, pinning her arm to her thighs. Assuming she'd been a triple-D before the wand had sparked, that would make her an... S-cup, maybe?
Or so she assumed, anyway. Her knowledge of cup sizes got a bit fuzzy after G, and it wasn't as if she'd kept precise count of the sparks once the orgasms started to hit. Whatever size bra she needed, it definitely wouldn't give her enough support - they felt like they weighed more than her torso. They totally smothered her thighs.
She tried sliding her hand out sideways, but moaned at the sudden feeling flesh on flesh. "...Maybe a little too sensitive."
Rick seemed to come to herself at the sound of Jim's words. "Yeah... Why do you think the wand did that?"
"Did what?" Jim asked, "The spark before you dropped it, or all the stuff that happened afterwards?"
Rick made a half-sucessful attempt to free her right hand from under her tits, and shuddered with pleasure. Jim answered her own question while she waited for her friend to get her breath back. "I guess dropping the wand was a bad idea."
Rick nodded, her chin just above her mammaries. "I guess not. Can you reach it from over there?"
The cherry-blossom fairy, meanwhile, was invisible, inaudiable, and laughing harder than she had in years.
Thu Aug 19 08:08:16 2010