“Girl.” Jane said flatly, staring down what felt like an acre of dark, warm, inviting cleavage. The dress was cut not just deep, but excessively so, a sharp V all the way down to Aleah’s belly button. Jane spared a glance down to her own chest–just a step above flat–and then her envious gaze returned to Aleah’s much more bountiful curves.
“So is this the one?” She asked, giving another turn. The dress definitely looked phenomenal, although Jane was having problems putting together coherent words. Instead, drawn in, as if by magnetism, she planted her face into Aleah’s cleavage, disregarding the small noise of shock, favoring instead the much more warm noise of pleasure that followed a second later. Up to her ears in breast, planting cute, pecking kisses mixed with slightly longer licks and bites, she soon felt the flesh starting to recede down her face. Her hands, seconds ago gripping a soft, but supple expanse of booty, were soon gripping much firmer, more muscular cheeks.
Jane stepped back, flushing, her own clothes tightening as Aleah’s curves became hers. The dress, formerly taxed to its limits, hung like sails on a ship becalmed, while her own t-shirt and sweats were fit to bursting with the curves of a much larger and taller girl. Finally finding her voice, Jane’s hands snuck down to the waistband of her sweats, her arms squeezing in her breasts enticingly. “You wanna know how it feels to be the one getting lost in these?” She asked, shimmying a little. The dress slid easily off of Aleah’s new lithe, skinny figure, and she got to find out exactly what it felt like to be the one dealing with much more than a handful.
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