First, she went up a few cup sizes.

After Amy accepted the terms of our contract, she started glowing purple. “What’s happening?!” “You’re fine. Just keep driving.” The purple light caught Davey’s attention; he looked upfront and took out his earphones. “The fuck!? What did you do to her?!” “It’s all good. I’m just compensating her for all her hard work.” All three of us, including the girl herself, stared at Amy’s chest. The still cum-soaked tank top was stretching. “Fuck! This hurts! Lilly cut off my top” “Sure.” “Who’s Lilly?”

She already had impressive breasts before. It seemed the expansion of her boobs underneath the already tight tank top was crushing her chest. I shifted my right index finger into a long claw and sliced her top in half down the middle, from the start of her cleavage down to her midriff. From what I saw during the alleyway bukkake, she was packing 34FFs, but as I cut the top in half, what appeared to be 34GG burst out from the ruined garment.

(Authors note: I’ve been using UK cup sizes. Amy’s breasts used to be 34FF UK, 34H US and 34H EU. Now they are 34GG UK, 34J US and 34J EU. Lilly’s are 32GG UK, 32J US and 32J EU)

The purple light dissipated. Amy was already in shape, but I noticed the small amount of flab around her waist had disappeared. And her abs had become more defined. All according to plan. When she agreed to the contract, I tried to re-shape her body a bit. Like I do with myself. I didn’t have as much control of her form as my own, but I succeeded in increasing her bust and removing some fat. I also increased he stamina, removed some cholesterol, strengthened her lung capacity and heart. I didn’t know if this last thing would work, but I tried to give her power even I didn’t have.

“I can’t drive with my tits out; we’ll get pulled over!” “Davey, give her your tracksuit jacket.” He looked at me in horror. “This is a Hugo BOSS cotton-blended set. I’m not getting it covered in cum!” I gave him a stern look. “Fine… but you are buying me a new fit.” He unzipped his jacket and slid it over the passager seat to me. I then pulled away the cum-soaked rag that used to be Amy’s tank top and put it in my lap. Then I draped the track jacket over Amy while she continued to drive and zipped it up. Since it was for a larger man, it fit Amy’s muscled frame, but I barely got the zipper past her nipples when I tried to zip it up. She wasn’t naked anymore, but she was showing ample cleavage.

“Hey, Davey! Pass me one of my empty bottles.” Again, he stared in horror. “They are clean on the outside! Just give me one.” He did as I told him. I opened the cap and held the bottle upright between my thighs as I rang out and collected the cum on Amy’s ex-tank top. They both gave me the same look disgusted look. “What!? Waste not, want not. Besides, by this point, you guys should know what I’m about.” With Amy’s wardrobe malfunction sorted, we continued to drive towards their mother’s hotel/brothel.

It was starting to get dark by the time we arrived. Amy drove un down into an underground car park. Above us was a decent-sized building, about 30 floors, named Paradiso. I found that ironic. This was the “hotel” owned by Amy and Davey’s mother. We parked in the staff section. “Okay, Davey, you carry Paul again.” “For fuck’s sake! Why is it always me! I know for a fact you are stronger than me, “Lilly.” If that is even your real name?” “That IS my real name… well, it’s a derivative of my real name. And the reason you are carrying him is that I said so.” He looked as if he had more to say but back down, picked Paul over his shoulders and exited the back doors of the van. Without his track jacket, he was rocking a black sleeveless vest that showed his arms and shoulders. A “wife-beater”. I suppose it suited him as he was a street pimp that **** me the first time we met.

I turned to Amy, “By the way, how are you feeling?” She grabbed a penny from the van’s coin holder... and folded it in half with her bare hands. “Strong.” “Good, I need you to convince your mother to put the four of us up in one of her rooms, then convince Davey and Paul to form a contract with me. Once that’s done, we four will sneak out of the country to Amsterdam.” “Why Amsterdam?” “It’s the sex capital of Europe. Although brothels are illegal, you can still rent out “window brothels” to get clients. Plus, live sex shows. I plan to set us up there.” “Us?” I exit the vehicle at the same time as Amy does. “You work me now. You rent will rent out a window, use condoms and give me the contents.”

We stand together next to the van in the underground car park. Me, still in my leather jacket, corset, mini-skirt and stilettos. Amy wore the borrowed blue and white Hugo BOSS track jacket from her brother with nothing under it, leather cum stained back pants and combat boots. Davey is in his black wife-beater, Hugo BOSS track trousers and white sneakers with Paul over his shoulders. The **** Paul was wearing a white polo shirt and blue jeans with black sandshoes. “Right, time to meet this famous mother of yours. By the way, what is her name?” Davey readjusts Paul on his shoulder. “Her name is Victoria Turner. But her clients and girls know her as Madam Vicky-T. I’m Davey-T, that’s Amy-T, and if these two ever tie the knot, this guy’d be Pauly-T. You get the naming scheme?”

“Okay,” Amy took command of the situation; I’m guessing she was pumped from her transformation. “When we see Mum, just let me do all the talking.” She gave Davey and me a look filled with confidence as she stuck out her chest before walking towards the service elevator.