“Improve” them

Buffy and Faith continued to make out at the bar, giggling and kissing one another as Fecrim looked on. The demon decided that neither girl was quiet right for his purposes. For one thing, their breasts were in no way big enough.

The hellgod avatar smiled to himself as he manipulated the two girl’s brains. Faith and Buffy put hands up under one another’s shirts and removed each other’s bras. With those out of the way, Fecrim made his first improvement. The two slayer’s breasts began to grow.

Buffy looked down, gasping at the incredible heat in her breasts. Faiths were the same. The slayer’s gasped loudly and held onto one another as their breasts simply grew, their tops making protesting noises as they were **** to expand.

Buffy’s previous B cup quickly expanded, pushing against Faith’s larger breasts as they too grew. The two slayers began to make little gasping noises of pleasure, then climaxed, girl cum moistening their panties.

Faith’s top was the first to give up the uneven battle, tearing apart to make room for her new, huge breasts, Buffy’s followed a moment later, leaving the pair topless. Nobody in the bronze seemed to mind. Buffy and Faith blinked that was odd; surely people should be noticing the extraordinary thing that had just happened to them.

Fecrim frowned; they shouldn’t have thoughts like that. With a mental flourish the demon pressed his magic against certain parts of the slayers minds. Now they had other things to think about, given they were both nymphomaniacs and, just for fun, cut twenty points of each girl’s IQ.

The two now thoroughly bimboised slayers stripped off their jeans and, dressed only in moisten cotton panties, stepped onto the dance floor to dance for the enjoyment of their fellow club goers.