No Time For Old Quickies

She really filled out a pair of jeans now. Denim molded itself to her backside, hugging every curve of her taut ass that came into it's grip. As with her future panties, it couldn't cover everything, but a bountiful butt that beautiful had privileges few pudgy plumbers ever dared take.

A casually erotic Alicia straightened up while stuffing a toiletries bag into a knapsack on top of a nightie John intended to replace ASAP, an extra pair of jeans, a carefully folded white blouse that had absolutely no chance of fitting anymore--not that it wouldn't be cool to see her try--and a package of lo-cal instant breakfast. Clearly she had plans.

"Moving in?"

"Just for the night," she said, walking around her car with some difficulty. Her pants were just too tight. "Let me guess: My butt just grew."

"Oh yeah. But in a really good way. It looks awesome!"

"Great. By the end of tonight I'll either be a giggling blond bimbo or a swimsuit model."

"Aren't those the same thing?" He planned on leaving her hair alone, but he'd pay to see Alicia's new body in a bikini. Fortunately he wouldn't have to pay.

"No. There are quite a few smart ones. I did a bit of modeling back home, but I just held stuff and smiled." Turning, she craned her neck around and took advantage of the driver's side mirror. "Oh my god. I could do Playboy."

"Would you?"

She had to think about that, life-long rationalizations warring with brand-new exhibitionism. "I think I would, but nothing else. And the panties stay on." The car locks clicked, and she reached for the door handle.

"How about we take my car?" John asked. Her panties would come off whenever he wished, so he didn't bother doing anything about her remaining restriction just then.

Alicia laughed. "Eli's told me about your old beater. Is it actually running this week?"

"The old car?" asked John, already framing the wish in his mind. "I doubt it, but the new car purrs like a kitten."