Hands reaching out, trembling as they stroke the cups of your bra. Detecting the subtle lace work that decorates them. It's an unsettling angle to see them from... Worse, to feel them too. The weight at your shoulders, and the strap already needing you to run a finger beneath and shift. It's already starting to dig in!?
As an idea occurs, a thought, a fear, you wonder if you're fully transformed. You feel those probing fingers release your bust, your nips stiffening, already missing those delicate touches, or worse in anticipation of what you're about to discover. You try to ignore the girly pink of your nails, and the taste on your lips.
Beyond the swell of your bust, you feel even more diaphanous material. Reaching your legs, they're far smoother than you wanted to imagine. Caressing your touch higher, you find on strap, high on your hips. You flinch at the idea of discovering how round and full your ass is now. A nervous twitching asshole confirming that the back is a thong and plunges between two magnificent ass cheeks.
Nodding in stern resolution, you feel your way forward instead. As it dives, to slide between your legs. You mewl in fear, as you discover no trace of a bulge there. A hungry absence, that crackles with need.
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