(Lust ALT. 2) Habit Tightness

Eve clutched her chest unconsciously,something felt wrong.

Pulling it out a little bit, she stared down at her chest. Normally a small B-Cup,Eve sported a now healthy pair of C's. Her eyes widened at the fact,gaping at the pure surrealism of the situation.

It then occurred to her that she was with a companion. Looking back at Beckham, the nun saw the boy's face was flushed red. Following his example, Eve quickly readjusted her habit.

"Excuse me. I apologize, I thought I had received a wound." Eve spoke. Instantly, Beckham's face turned stoic.

"Do you need assistance, sister?"

"No, but tan you for your concerns." Eve replied. "I do however wish we can take the water back to the picnic, everyone is waiting for us."

The boy nodded and walked with Eve back to the vans. The work went smoothly for Beckham, but for Eve, it was..electrifying. Her larger chest squished against the boxes. What was up with that?

"I know my bosom shouldn't be this big or this...sensitive. What cruel transformation is this?"

Making sure everything was secure, the duo began to walk away from the scene, unaware of a invisible watcher.

Lust was twirling with the drapes she called hair. Its river of raven locks swirling like pythons. Her animal companion, meanwhile, was traversing the canyon of cleavage she possessed.

"Hmm. Poor girl, doesn't even know what going on with herself. Should I throw a bone her way, Fornication?"

The boa raised his head at his mistress, somehow the boa shrugged at her.

"You're right, I'll think about it." Lust replied. Her canyon cleavage rumbled and Lust placed her arm into them. The Sin pulled out a old-style phone, it's cord disappearing into her globes.

"Hello? Oh, its you Chaste-Tity. No, I'm still in New York, I haven't gone anywhere else," Lust explained, her face now scowling. "Why would I lie to you? Well, you should try harder to look you dumb sow!"

The sin began to walk away, still on the phone with her unseen speaker.