Sally gets enhanced, too!

As the video ended, Debra produced an epipen in a case from her purse, an injection of BVB-158.

"We were the first to get our injections, of course...but we didn't know exactly what it would do for us at the time..." Debra explained.

"By the end of it, we were so horny...and also swung both ways all of a sudden." Stacy grinned. "That's how Debra and me became a couple. A couple of busty sluts!"

Svetlana and I were both very shocked and aroused by all this. "Damn straight, I love your new look..." Svetlana purred as she put her hand on Stacy's thigh and rubbed. Stacy blushed with appreciation at my wife's advances.

"Would you...like a dose of your own, Sally...?", Debra offered, holding up the epipen.

"Well..." Svetlana glanced to me to check, I responded by nodding (a little excited), "W-why not? Sure."

Stacy took the epi-pen from Debra as she instructed Sally to remove her leopard print bra. "Your breast implants should be fine mixing with the mutagen, but that brasserie needs to go before it becomes too small..."

All three women giggled nervously as the injection went straight into my wife's arm. It didn't take long before Svetlana surrendered to the warm pleasure of her transformation and laid back on the couch, moaning. I got rock hard seeing Sally's already funbags expand outward as Stacy sensually massaged them through her shirt. Debra placed her hand on the bulge of my erection, her fingers lustfully tracing along the big dick confined in my pants.

By the time it was done, Debra had slipped my shorts down to my ankles and was slowly stroking my cock in her soft but firm hand. As the last of Svetlana's pleasure tremors died down, she broke off the French kiss with Stacy to fully admire her enhanced body.

Standing out from her increased suppleness and gentle power was the immense size and juicy shape of her breasts. Even compared to the heavy jugs of both Debra and Stacy, my wife Svetlana's sweater puppies now stretched the fabric of her shirt to the point where it rode up and exposed her belly.

Her boobs pushed out in front of her - more than a foot and, while those gigantic mounds were pulled together into a tight cleavage by her slightly too top, they flared well beyond her shoulders. Without a bra, they jiggled shamelessly in Stacy's gluttonous hands. Her outer curves were visible from behind, hanging wider than her upper arms, they were jostled every time she swung her arms forward.