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— Holy shit... those tits are insane — said the woman, raising her arms in front of the mirror and pushing forward her impressively large breasts. Her voice was so sultry that Frank, sitting behind her, felt his breath catch. As if it wasn’t enough that his best friend had just turned into this sexy MILF right before his eyes, now she was posing in front of the mirror like she'd been doing it her whole life.
— T-Taylor, maybe you could... cover up, yeah? — mumbled Frank, looking away, though he couldn’t help but steal glance after glance at those massive boobs that bounced with every little movement.
— Why? — she asked, turning around, her gaze suddenly commanding. Frank looked up at her. Same face as his best friend, but now older, more mature, more feminine.
— Well... — Frank looked down again, his ears burning. — Do you even realize you look like... like a MILF from a hentai site?
Taylor grimaced. She turned back to the mirror and stared at her reflection — long blond hair, glasses, and those tits. Not just big — they dominated, pulled downward, impossibly heavy. The top she ended up in was somehow stretched just enough not to burst, but the deep neckline only made her look even more inappropriately sexy.
— This can’t be real… — she muttered and suddenly ran her hands along the sides of her breasts, as if hoping it was just a hallucination she could wipe away. But the tits only yielded slightly under her fingers and swayed. — I just... I just wished... that Mom would start showing me a little respect... why the hell do I suddenly look like THIS?!
— You made the wish on that Chinese pendant, then it vanished and you instantly turned into—
— I know, why the fuck are you repeating it?! — Taylor snapped and collapsed onto the bed. Her tits bounced and dropped heavily to the sides. The top stretched dangerously tight, her nipples clearly visible through the fabric, and Frank, despite being overwhelmed by the situation, nearly groaned from helpless arousal.
— God... they’re real... — she whispered, feeling her boobs. — So heavy... so hot... there’s even sweat gathering under them!
Her palms were trembling slightly. Sweat trickled between her massive curves, the top clinging to her skin, and her nipples underneath looked like they were begging to pop out, adding to the absurdity of it all.
— Hey, Lauren?.. — Frank spoke cautiously, still sitting on the bed. — Are you… like… okay?
— Why did you call me that? — she...