Her desire for those tits. She doesn't want to.

Denise was standing alone against the onslaught of a strange storm. A string tied her to safety, but she had to keep tying it down every few moments before it came undone. A typhoon of energy threatening to pelt her mind and blow her away if not for the leash. She had to focus hard to make out anything else, to understand this mental storm, blanketing her subconscious mind. She could lose herself here, or she might already be lost. It felt hard to know who she was or should be as the storm seemed to poised to blow that all away.

She was not taking the brunt of the storm. There was some sort of field extending around her, maybe even connecting to her, only visible by the energy it diverted from her. She dared to reach out, to risk her lifeline coming undone, to touch the field. She brushed against the presence; her probing mental fingers could feel it. With a tentative touch, she gave it the slightest push, feeling it give slightly. Disturbed, she could see where it went... a looming, and slumbering form, within the dark.

'Awake' Denise could not stop her gaze from shifting to those developing tits or the latex-clad booty presented to her. The boyish nature of the nipples, faintly red, disappointed her a bit. Aida should have better... she deserved better, but the development of true breasts excited her to no end. Dat ass, though. It might not be real, at least not yet, but the perk cheeks had such a perfect shape them, and the hip structure was nothing short of divine to Denise. She needed Aida... She needed Aida to become her dream girl. She wanted to worship Aida and watch Aida be worshiped, to love Aida, and see her be loved. The memory of how she saw Aida in the car just a little bit ago came to mind, her thighs suddenly soaked with her arousal.

Denise could not help herself, with a surge of need and desire, propelling herself forward. Her hand grabbed the handful of tit-flesh. It felt... almost too perfect. The skin soft and free from all imperfections it's surface glossy underneath the bathroom light. The breasts appearing bigger as Denise drifted closer to them; for their size they were perfect... except for those boring nipples. Those boyish nipples had no place on Aida's body. Thoughts of the bigger juicy nipples that Aida should have instead filled her mind as her mouth latched on to one. One of her hands drifted mindlessly below to cup one of Aida's cheeks, while the other reached over to tease the other nipple.

She pulled on the field. The feeling as she did so was electrifying in the way a hand buzzer can shock an unprepared person. However, it reversed the flow of energy it caught and pulled it towards her instead of the figure. It was different from the storm, more refined, and even the shocking sensation increased it sent a pleasant jolt through her... she pulled it more. The wind of energy redirecting into her... the flow increasing as her pulling thickened the aura around herself. Whatever watched her in the dark... she was taking part of it for herself... a devilish power that spoke to her and demanded to be used...