Yes

You watched her run to the kitchen to get the pizza, and decided she looked a tad to plain in those clothes.

In a moment, she was suddenly wearing very short shorts which hugged her arse, and a pink tank top with a sports bra on underneath, as if she had just been to the gym. You focussed, and realised she now just liked to wear those clothes, it had nothing to do with exercising.

"Here" she said, handing you a cold pizza when you arrived, "pop this in the oven, I'll be back in a moment"

With that, she ran back go her room, and you watched as that tightly clad arse of hers went with her. A minute later she returned, seemingly looking the same as before. She acted like nothing happened, and went about getting cutlery and utensils for you to eat. That was when you noticed, her sports bra had come off. You knew she was a feminist, but now you knew she was one who preferred not wearing a bra. You didn't complain, her nice breasts were now moving around more freely in her tank top, and her nipples were more prominent than before.

She placed the plates down on a side table,.and usher you over to wait by the table for the food.

You continued your small talk, all the whole trying even more now to not get distracted. Your mind must have wandered, when you noticed her nipples were even more prominent, they now looked puffier, moire youthful, and more suckable.

The oven beeped to let you know the pizza was ready, and it gave both of you a shock. You got hard from watching her puffed up nipples jiggle within her tight top when she was startled.

"Mm" Jemma eventually said, while eating, "I love pizza. It always goes to my hips though" she joked.

You made it a fact instead, and now each bite made her hips grow and crack outwards a bit more. By the end of the evening, Jemma was sitting there with beautifully wide child birthing hips. Each side went out by s good few inches. You inflated her arse a bit, just to match. If she wasn't as white as she was, she could be confused for having a beautiful ghetto booty.

"God I'm tired" Jemma said when she finished eating.

"You don't have to call me god" you joked.

"Oh?" She got up and walked towards you, "shame. Heh, eyes up here" she jokes.

Shit, she caught you stating. Your eyes must have wandered again.

You were going to quickly change her when she suddenly interrupted your thoughts "aww homey it's okay, I like my boobs too".

She groped them a few times, "perfectly shaped, and Puffy nipples. Though, they weren't this puffy when I was younger. Wonder what happened" she said.

"Mm" you replied. She giggled, which made her nipples go hard, and she then pushed you against the wall.

"Touch them" she instructed. You obeyed, cupping one in each hand. Jemma let out a small moan.

"God, I love my boobs, but I do wish I understood why guys can't keep their eyes off them."