Once outside, Tenfingers exited the Gate Quarter at a brisk pace. It had felt stifling in the back room of Jalah's store, and the breeze was a soothing balm to her flushed face. Her friend's little display had her all hot and bothered.
Seeing those coffee colored orbs overflow the neckline of her dress and slowly push her buried hands apart awakened the desire for her own growth. She could almost feel the warm tingling waves radiate from her chest, causing her knees to buckle, stewing her brain in a blissful stupor. It was excruciating to handle the influx of so much sexual energy so suddenly. Her nipples started to attract her hands them like little pink magnets, begged them for a tweak, the slightest touch, anything that would cause them to spring into erect life, promising sensation beyond measure. But no, not here in the street. She gritted her teeth and forced her hands to remain at her sides.
She was angry at herself, and at Jalah as well. Was that little show calculated to put her in her place? Just as she was beginning to feel some parity with her friend bust-wise, she unleashed a demonstration of her continued superiority. It was doubtful she did on purpose, but it still felt crummy.
And why was it so difficult to admit to daydreaming about wanting bigger boobs? Maybe Jalah would think it was insulting, considering her staggering size and the pains she took to tuck them away. What would it feel like to be in a similar position? Tenfingers tested the weight of her breast by hefting her left one. Now how many times heavier would it be if-
"Ugh!" Suddenly she was bent over at the waist, bosom displacing its volume in little sour green apples. "Hoo boy, gosh, I'm really sorry about that. It's just, well, can't see real good sometimes. The stuff in front of me," she mumbled apologetically to an amused looking vendor. Then she sped up to be out of range in case he asked to help pick them up off the street.
Stumbling over a perfectly stationary fruit stand. Fantastic. She supposed it was the best thing to jar her back into reality, where the curse causing her burgeoning bustline was really in place to cause klutziness. Lokkesh, the god of mischief had it out for her, but she finally had a decent workaround.
Now to put it to good use. To the Dragon's Breath Tavern!
Seeing those coffee colored orbs overflow the neckline of her dress and slowly push her buried hands apart awakened the desire for her own growth. She could almost feel the warm tingling waves radiate from her chest, causing her knees to buckle, stewing her brain in a blissful stupor. It was excruciating to handle the influx of so much sexual energy so suddenly. Her nipples started to attract her hands them like little pink magnets, begged them for a tweak, the slightest touch, anything that would cause them to spring into erect life, promising sensation beyond measure. But no, not here in the street. She gritted her teeth and forced her hands to remain at her sides.
She was angry at herself, and at Jalah as well. Was that little show calculated to put her in her place? Just as she was beginning to feel some parity with her friend bust-wise, she unleashed a demonstration of her continued superiority. It was doubtful she did on purpose, but it still felt crummy.
And why was it so difficult to admit to daydreaming about wanting bigger boobs? Maybe Jalah would think it was insulting, considering her staggering size and the pains she took to tuck them away. What would it feel like to be in a similar position? Tenfingers tested the weight of her breast by hefting her left one. Now how many times heavier would it be if-
"Ugh!" Suddenly she was bent over at the waist, bosom displacing its volume in little sour green apples. "Hoo boy, gosh, I'm really sorry about that. It's just, well, can't see real good sometimes. The stuff in front of me," she mumbled apologetically to an amused looking vendor. Then she sped up to be out of range in case he asked to help pick them up off the street.
Stumbling over a perfectly stationary fruit stand. Fantastic. She supposed it was the best thing to jar her back into reality, where the curse causing her burgeoning bustline was really in place to cause klutziness. Lokkesh, the god of mischief had it out for her, but she finally had a decent workaround.
Now to put it to good use. To the Dragon's Breath Tavern!