Yes, another quick change.

You thought it would be fun to do another change. Rebecca had gotten away with not being changed in too long, so you decided to focus on her. She was sitting next to you, so it was easy to find her.

While she finished her soup, your change took place. She was a white girl, and you knew she had some Italian heritage, so you decided to bring that out. Her skin starter to take on a more olive tone, and you even noticed, rather annoyingly, that her breasts looked smaller than before. She was no longer a 30F, she was now a 30DD. Before finishing your soup, you made it so that her breasts wold grow, but not any of her clothing. When she had shrunk her clothing and bra had shrunk down too, but now it was all 2 cup sizes too small for her breasts, which were overflowing her bra. And then suddenly, her bra was gone. It seems with her larger breasts she just didn’t even wear a bra if it didn’t fit her. You wondered why she didn’t just buy the correct size, but satisfied yourself with forcing an answer onto her. She liked her breasts, and as she was a pervert she liked people looking at them. If she wore the correct size bra people wouldn’t look nearly as much, so either sh wore the wrong size or just no bra at all.

“Cano you passa de salta please?” Rebecca asked in a painfully strong Italian accent.

“Ey, David-a my boobsa look good todaya no?” She whispered to you, nudging you.

“Yes, they do.” You responded. This was weird, one of your best friends whom you have known for years, suddenly speaking with such a strong accent.

You decided to leave her like this for now.