Jasmine seemed completely herself again, except that her breasts were still of amazonian proportions. Gingerly, she squeezed them: HONK, HONK.
"Sorry, but I think that's about as good as I can do, Jas," Genie said apologetically. "As long as you don't go around squeezing them or running into things, nobody need know that they still honk."
"Well, I suppose..." Jasmine said, still not happy, but trying to be philosophical. At least she was no longer either an amazon or a clown.
Though Aladdin felt that it would not be wise to say so, he found Jasmine's new massive bosom a turn-on. But late that evening, when he crept into the Princess's bedroom for some nookie, he found that there was a down side to it. HONK, HONK, PARP, PARP, echoed round the otherwise silent Palace. In future, anyone within a wide radius of Jasmine would know when she was having sex unless both she and her lover used exceptional care and self-restraint.
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