Near mint -Slightly used

Liz was hip, yearning for more, and began to work. Still holding her head with her burgeoning form, took her with both hands. Hotly Clara’s mouth worked and swirled on the new tool impaling her face. A new feeling of churning between her legs, a tightness. Clara’s eyes rolled back, letting Liz hold her steady, she released all control.

A moan turned growl as the tightness came to a head. Her new balls under member, emptied their contents deep down Clara’s throat. In the shake of another climax, Clara convulsed on her tool as it inched fighting further down her. She was now almost 6 foot tall and the body of someone who regularly goes to the gym. Her chest surged to a solid DD, still riding defiant of gravity. All the while her face had only improved further, she could easily do international modeling.

Liz let Clara go, pulling and pulling herself from her throat. Now seeing the beast that she’d just mauled that girl with. Its 7 inch length is still sputtering onto the head of Clara. Looking around, the bathroom stall she could now see over. Still trying to reconcile the height, she barely realized the increased bulk. Her gaze had fallen to her near perfect orbs at attention on her chest.

The bell rang, breaking the stupor of Clara. Taking the moment to gird her damp loins and rush from the room. “Igottagobye…”, they said in a rush as the door swung closed.

Liz grabbed the sweater off the ground the girl must have left, eying down at her larger chest. She threw the sweater over her newly grown melons. Still it showed the lightest of underboob, but they were contained, for now. She pulled the dress down, now wearing it like a mini skirt.

She leaned into the mirror, it was certainly a look. The half sweater showing off the faint 6 imprints now revealed holding just above the stretched out dress, barely containing her widened hip and grown backside. The bulge in her front was fairly clear. She’d need to stay calm and make it to the gym. She’d at least be able to grab some sweat pants or something. Not having any prior knowledge to the struggles of dicks and sweater pants.

Catching their own eyes, looking at themselves in a new light, “I’m… hot?”, they said quietly to themselves.

5’11”(+3”)
DD(+)
7”(+3”)