Bad, But Not That Bad.

The recently breast-expanded brunette gabbed while they walked to her car and John admired her--to him--nearly naked body. But just her body. 'Too practical,' thought John, looking at the plain white bra and generic panties. Sure, the bra probably fit well, but it didn't do her justice at all. Practical was the polite way to put it. Dull was more appropriate. John was fairly certain that she planned on grabbing a bulk pack of panties from Wal-Mart.

It didn't suit her at all. Or maybe it did. He'd have to rifle her brain to find out and that didn't have that much appeal. 'I wish she would pick something sexier .'

"Do you want her to select more attractive undergarments?" queried the voice.

'Eeee-yup.'

Alicia's bra tightened up a little and acquired a subtle flower pattern. It also raised the profile of her breasts, putting them higher on her chest and making them jut more dramatically, enhancing her already cavernous cleavage. It would probably look hot as hell under a blouse. Unfortunately, that wasn't what John had in mind either, so he decided to change her's.

She stopped walking for a second and shivered a bit as the wish overwrote part of her brain. Her imaginary bra flickered through several progressively more racy styles before settling on a filmy black number that hugged the lower third of her bouncy tits, giving her support, but still plenty of room to move. The only semi-opaque coverage rose upward in the middle, but barely reached high enough to cover her nipples. Said nipples hid behind red embroidered roses and stiffened as her exhibitionist new tastes enhanced her enjoyment at being ogled.

"What are you staring at?" she asked, stopping behind a parked car.

"One damn hot woman," he replied, not allowing, 'Your awesome titties!' to ruin his chances for the night. Not that it would, but why waste the effort of coming up with a recovery wish?

She smiled at him. He smiled at her lacy, red panties. She turned her attention to the car, popping the trunk with a key chain fob, and bent over to give him a great look at her fit ass tightening under the little slip of lingerie--if you could call it that. Lingerie normally required a bit more coverage.

"Hey, let me help you with that," said John leaning over beside her. "Which suitcase do you want?"

"The one I stuffed way in the back, of course." She handed him the straps of a backpack. "Just get this out of my way and I'll drag it forward."

She leaned into the trunk, giving John an even better look, and he asked himself, 'Bubble butt?'

"Would you like Alicia to have a more rounded bottom?" asked the voice.

'No. I want her to have the perfect ass. I want her to put the best of anal porn to shame.'

"Would you like Alicia to have a spectacular bottom?" asked the voice.

"Yeeeeesss," said John. Finally the idiot voice was getting it. The back of Alicia's tiny panties mostly vanished between two taut, half ovals starting at the tops of her thighs and ending at the top of her hips. Her legs spread as she worked the large suitcase forward, showing off the outline of her vaginal lips through slightly damp red satin.

She wagged her ass at him, looking back over her shoulder. "If you're good, later you'll see what that looks like in panties."

'Been there, done that. Now I want to see her in her street clothes again.' He confirmed that with a simple yes and drank in the curvature outlined by her tighter-than-tight jeans.