Sarah asks you to undress her

"What are you waiting for?"

"Huh?" You couldn't imagine was she was alluding to.

"My clothes? They're not going to take themselves off."

"You want me to take your clothes off?"

"Yes. Like any other day? How am I supposed to relax in this tight clothing?"

The were clearly some major differences in the normal daily routine. You just had pretend to fit in until you find the coin and change her back.

Walking up to her, you're surprised to find that she was taller than you now, and it wasn't just her heels. You take off her black jacket, then her sky blue blouse. An extra heavy duty bra was holding in the weight of her massive knockers, so wide that you could see her sideboob from the behind.

You're smitten by her utterly exotic skin color. If she's still Sarah, wouldn't it be fine to touch her? You unclasp her bra with some effort and let her breasts free.

Holy smokes. Huge was an understatement. They were more than twice the size of her original pair, which was already plenty. Despite all her differences, you still spot her iconic mole on the right boob, as well a birth mark on her waist. This was indeed Sarah, or some version of her.

"Why do you look like you've never seen my breasts?"

"I mean, can any man get tired of them?"

"Hurry up, my legs are sweating!"

You continued stripping her, even taking her panties off at her insistence. She stood fully nude proudly, showing off her fantastic figure. Between her legs were a tuft of white pubic hair that adorned a puffy pussy and a big, erect clit.

"Thank you. You've been acting weird today. Is anything the matter?"

"No, I'm fine. Maybe just a little tired." You reached out to her gigantic tits and caressed them, fondling the giant nipple with your thumb. You decided to shoot your shot.

"Uh, it's been a while since we had sex, don't you think? Do you wanna do it now?"