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Corey closed the door behind her, leaving her husband to finish dressing alone. She was angry, so much that she wanted to scream. But she didn't know why.

It had started when she'd returned home and seen her husband face, and only continued to grow as they talked. It had then reached its climax when that dipshit had the AUDACITY to try and turn her back. She wanted to punc-

...what? Why was she thinking about her husband like that? She shook her head, trying to clear it a bit, then felt an acrid smell and remembered why she was in bathroom in the first place.

She quickly took off her clothes and walked into the shower, her boobs bouncing with every step now that they were free. Having such a big chest was still a novel experience, but she was quickly getting used to it. Was she wasn't getting used to was how sensitive they were. She couldn't help but give them a little squeeze.

She closed the booth behind her and, after positioning the shower head a bit higher to account for her new height, opened the water. She let out a low moan as she was hit by a stream of cold water. She usually preferred it hot, but after a run there was nothing better than a cold shower! At first she'd been **** about them, thought it was only a fad, but after experiencing them on herself she'd completely changed her mind. Cold showers were the real deal. They soothed her tired muscles and helped her recover much faster.

She quickly finished showering but lingered in the shower, looking up at the shower head. She was of half a mind of grabbing it, shoving it against her sex and opening the water but...decided against it. If the pleasure she'd get form it was half as much as the one she got from sex then she'd probably spent all day masturbating. And she couldn't afford it, she had things to do.

She quickly run out of the shower before she could change idea, entered her bedroom and opened her dresser. She took in it's content and scowled. Most of the pieces of clothing inside it wouldn't fit her, and the ones who maybe did were just so... plain. They may fit her body, but certainly they wouldn't fit her style.

So she decided that before doing anything else she had to get new clothes. She put on a skirt that on her looked more like a mini miniskirt, a shirt that barely covered her top, some light makeup and, after blowing a kiss to the stranger in her reflection, set out toward the mall, ready for a morning of crazy shopping.