Ask Her To Keep Touching It

You are certain that the Xenoplasm on the joint you two shared is doing its job. Under normal circumstances, Roxie would be totally freaked out by this entire scene. But here, in the north woods of Maine on a dark and cold night, she is staring at your huge and mutated breasts with a hint of lust - maybe even jealousy.

"Keep doing that," you breathe.

For the first time, Roxie seems to become aware of the fact that she's still running her finger over the pussy on your tit. She stops for a moment, but resumes as you start to whine. Transfixed, she slides the length of her index finger inside of you. Reaching out with your long nailed hand, you start running it over her inner thigh, just below her khaki shorts. Roxie gasps at your touch.

"Th - This is wrong," she mutters, pulling her finger from your sopping depths.

You sit up, placing a hand on the back of her neck. "You have to do this, Rox. I need you."

Roxie shakes her head, her eyes still locked on your mammoth tits. You take her hand and press it flat against your firm flesh.

"Can't you see?" you ask. "Remember my wish for tits the size of volleyballs? It came true. If you let me help you, your wish can come true, too."

"H - How did this happen?" she asks, her hand tightening its grip on your breast ever so slightly.