Buff

Will now had a figure that could be called Amazonian to put it lightly. Beefy arms, ripped abs, and massive thighs were on display, every bit glistening with sweat that highlighted her new darker skin tone. A shaggy strip of hair shielded her pussy from view, while a surprisingly dainty hand shielded her face.

"How do you feel about bigger girls?" You took your time to try and craft a suitably sauve answer:

"I like to see their faces :)"

"...why?"

"Why not?"

"Because why would anyone want to see my face?" You get the feeling you trying to be sauve didn't go over well.

"I just asked to didn't I?"

"Shut up. You don't need to patronize me!"

You try sending "I'm not?" but it fails delivery and you just toss your phone to the side.

"Hana! Dinner!" Well at least food will distract you from failure. You stand up and start making your way to the kitchen.