Katie, the less practical, but generally smarter one, checks the gun makes sure the switch is on BE, aims, and pulls the trigger. Blue lightning sprays across Tiff and this time tiff is holding onto a support beam to keep from falling over and is standing in the ray of light. This time Katie can see the effect as Tiffs breasts leap forwards as much as they can while confined by her bra.
"Ow! OO, Ouch! You weren't kidding. These are sensitive. Ow! Shit!" Tiff frantically fought behind her back with the snap before. Bounce. "AAAHHhhhhhh. Oh GOD that felt good."
She stropped off her shirt and bra and examined in the light. "Bit more please."
"Like I have much control over how much you get. How big do you think you are now? ... Stop stroking yourself and answer!"
"Ohhhh they feel so good. Large D, maybe double D. They didn't crush my ribs before I could get my bra off. How can you stand there and not want to caress your beauties?"
"Uhm self control. Maybe you shouldn't have anymore."
"Hey, if you want curves you'll zap me again."
Fri May 13 21:16:55 2005