(St) His sister picks a fight with the wrong man…

Bill sauntered into the dining room, breasts swaying heavily beneath his sheer mesh crop-top. He set about arranging plates and utensils, though the task proved rather cumbersome with his new assets getting in the way.

"Huh, maybe Mom had a point about wearing a bra..." Bill mused, nearly toppling a glass as his fleshy orbs bumped the table's edge. He cupped his weighty melons, marveling at how they filled his palms with plush, yielding titmeat.

Any further rumination was interrupted as Bill's 20 year old sister (also home from college) Jasmine flounced into the room. The petite blonde was clad in a skin-tight baby tee that exposed her flat, toned midriff. Her tiny denim shorts clung to her curvy hips, riding up to reveal the cheeky lower swell of her round rump.

"Well well, if it isn't Mister Mammaries himself," Jasmine sneered, eyeing Bill's exposed cleavage with undisguised jealousy. She folded her arms beneath her own modest breasts, straining to emphasize what little bust she possessed.

"Don't be jealous, sis," Bill taunted with a smirk. "Maybe if you begged nicely, I'd let you get a feel of the real thing." He gave his breasts an exaggerated grope, relishing how they swayed and jiggled enticingly.

Jasmine's cheeks flushed crimson as she stomped her foot petulantly. "As if I'd want to touch those stupid udders! At least I've got an ass and hips! Unlike your blob of a body!"

She turned in a circle, arching her back to emphasize the flair of her curvaceous hips and the round, panty-hugging swell of her rump. "This is what a real woman looks like, not some freaky cow-titted man.”

Bill could only chuckle at his sister's blatant envy, already plotting how he'd put the Regenesis Tome to use enhancing his own feminine assets. If Jasmine thought she was curvy now, just wait until he was done editing reality...

"Keep telling yourself that, sis," Bill purred, giving his breasts another luxurious grope. Jasmine opened her mouth to hurl another insult, but their mother's call from the kitchen cut her off. "Kids! Dinner's ready, let's go!"

Bill smirked at his sister, jutting out his chest to make his breasts sway tauntingly. "You'd better be nice to me Jazzy. I may have more power than you know…” she sneered. “Whatever you say doofus.”

Jasmine's scowl was one of pure, seething envy as Bill turned and bounced off toward the kitchen, heavy breasts bouncing deliciously with each step.

Jasmine felt an intense tangled knot of **** jealousy and resentment burning in her belly as she watched Bill's walk away, those fat, obscene breasts jiggling hypnotically. She was so jealous of those huge doughy breasts. Why was her brother bustier than her!?!?