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With a single move of her fingers, the knob was turned to the maximum. It quickly withdrew into the corset, only leaving its top surface. The deed was done, and Jen's breath quickened.

"This is a lot of laces. Please don't tell me I'm gonna regret this."

"Forget the word 'regret', silly! Prepare your body for a cardinal enhancement. You won't be disappointed."

The laces started tightening slowly. It was not too scary at first, but the girl knew that the mechanism was going to make the corset sides meet. She believed it to be strong enough, that was for sure.

Jen leaned on the wardrobe door with both of her hands and stared down, helplessly watching the devilish device going harder and harder on her. The perfectly-shaped latex cups croaked lightly as their grip on the big and juicy breasts was getting stronger.

When the girl's ribs started moaning in protest, the corset switched its attention below them. Jen would have been a bit worried for the state of her insides under there, but the ever-growing tightening sensation gave her an erotic feeling she never expected. There was less space around her invaded vagina, and it was building up in warmth and moisture quickly.

"Wow..." — was all Jen could say as she watched her waist become unrealistically thin. Yet it was real, and it did not hurt at all. There was just immense, unprecedented tightness, and it felt good instead. When she was about to run out of room for air in her lungs, it finally stopped.

Still leaning on the door, Jen turned on her toes and felt light like a feather, despite the corset's considerable weight. There was no room for abdominal muscle activity anymore, but she could still walk without getting folded in two. The wetness in her pussy was on the edge. The wasp-waisted girl felt like she was going to fly, but there was no liftoff, and it was the only thing preventing her from her big, big O.

Nothing else was left in her brain. Just the pumping desire to get over the edge right here and right now.