Her Ass Grows

The thought barely finishes forming before Kira lets out a soft gasp, her hand flying to her hip as if something had pricked her. She looks down, and her eyes widen.

"What the—" She turns slightly, catching her reflection in the mirror, and freezes. Her jeans—once loose around the thighs—now strain against fuller hips. The curve of her waist is sharper, the flare of her ass rounder, higher, more pronounced. She runs a hand over it, a mix of disbelief and something almost like delight on her face.

"No way." She turns, checking her profile, then looks at him in the mirror with wide, dark eyes. "Did you just—" She laughs, a breathless, slightly panicked sound. "What the hell is in this thing, and can I get more?"

Kira turns fully to face him, her eyes scanning his face as she runs a hand slowly down her own side, tracing the new curve of her hip. A quiet breath escapes her, somewhere between shock and fascination.

"I feel... heavier," she murmurs, almost to herself. She shifts her weight, and the fabric of her jeans pulls tight across her backside. "I mean, I've been doing squats for months trying to get this kind of shape, and you just—" She gestures vaguely at the vape in his hand. "—did that in one hit?"

She steps closer, eyes narrowed with a mix of curiosity and something sharper. She leans in, voice dropping. "What else can that thing do?"