Jim forgot about his girlfriend being in trouble, and stayed with the woman, Emily. She started to get together her things, but stoped a minute to look back at the excercising women through the window.
"Gee, that one on the end still looks pretty big," said Jim.
Emily's face definately registered a bit of jealousy as she concentrated. "Oooh, it feels pretty good," she said, "now to test some of this control I think I have." Emily squinted a little and then let out a short moan.
The girl Jim had been pointing to stood absolutely still for a moment, looking a bit dizzy. Her chest began to shrink at an alarming rate, and her hands flew to her previously wonderous breasts in an attempt to fix whatever was happening.
Emily was thrusting her tits forward and feeling their generous undersides. She was chanting something about revenge on the big titted bitch, although Jim couldn't quite make out her words. Finaly it was over. Emily now had simply gigantic tits. Her previously maxed out sweater made a faint creak. She turned to Jim just as the sweater half exploded, half just fell apart from the strain.
"Holly shit!" exlaimed Jim.
"And we're no where near done yet," said Emily.
Tue Jul 7 02:54:48 1998