Jack meets up

Jack yanked on a black tank top and went down to the meeting place at the docks. All were there. More of less.

The doctor was slim and lean, her body type more like a model than a fighter. Glasses were centered between the long dark locks that framed her face. Her lab coat was loose fitting, revealing a black bodysuit around his slender, shapely body. Every so often, one of his girls would adjust their hair or clothing, or take a deep breath as though they were a bit looser than usual.

Timmy was upsettingly similar to usual. His hair went a bit past his shoulders, and breasts that couldn’t have been bigger than B-cup popped under her baggy t-shirt. She wore a pair of shorts beneath that.

40 was hippy, fairly athletic looking but with thick hips and breasts. She wore a belly shirt and ragged jeans that hugged her lower body.

Thunder was on the husky side, wide hips and a strong build even in the female form. She had the biggest breasts of the bunch, but it was downplayed because of her sheer size. Muscle rippled under her folded arms and heavy breasts.

The cowgirl was positively stunning. Golden hair was unkempt and hung all over, yet seemed to naturally fall into place from beneath her cowboy hat to wherever the eye was meant to go. Down her nearly bare back, into her vast cleavage, over her full and pouty lips or daydreaming eyes, and near her bare belly. A brown leather top laced together over her chest, seeming ready to burst and bound in the small of her back. The hair reached near her toned ass and the jean shorts showed off long and alluring legs. She seemed to take awkward glances in stride.

“Good. Everyone came in costume,” Jack joked plainly.