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"Feel them if you want," she said. Sara reached out a hand and patted the monster on the left. It yielded and swayed around a bit. She began to knead, feeling the soft, warm boob tissue, not any different from her own except for the size. Still disbelieving, Sara reached down and tweaked the prominent, hard nipple. It was a firm nub, yielding a bit to when squeezed, different from the soft breast tissue. The girl let out a squeak of laughter.
"That's too odd," said Sara. "It's not just boobs," said the girl. For a split second, her body lost all its detail, decohering in a blobby mass. She reformed a second later. Now the girl had deep red hair, tied back in a ponytail, wisps escaping to float in the afternoon sun that came down through the window. Gone were the ludicrous breasts. Her face was vaguely similar to before, but now she seemed to be six or seven years older. The T-shirt and jeans had become a beautiful dark green velvet dress, matching her eyes, cut to expose a hint of pearly cleavage. Although she was hardly recognizable, she had the same playful glint in her eyes.
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