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They very fair and jiggled as she bend and moved to remove her sandals. The sight of her mummay started getting me hot. They were the most desirable set of boobs I had ever seen and wanted to squeeze them so hard that they turn red. ‘In mummon ko main itna dabana chata hun ki ye lal ho jaye.’ I thought. She noticed me eying her mummay and just smiled and stood up. I noticed that she was also looking at my khara lund. She got her hands up again and I started measuring her right side. I streached the tape again and rubbed my fingers against the side of her right mumma…this time harder and with a purpose. When my fingers reached the center of her boob I slowly pressed my hand against her boob againand tried to feel her nipple. I could feel the nipple getting hard and I brushed my finger against it while holding the tape. The smell of the armpit was sweet and I was enjoying it. I pressed my hand against her nipple and tightened the tape further. ‘Madam agar ap chaho to main apke chest ka. “That’s right, tiny-tits. We’re going to grow you some boobs. You ready to be my big-titted little slut? Yeah you are.”In response, she’d just nodded and moaned (she never spoke in her dreams, not unless a guy obviously wanted a response) and watched, fascinated, as her tits began to slowly balloon out.They’d started as a small B-cup. Not nothing, but certainly not huge. Not as large as Rob would have liked, that much was clear.As she watched, they grew - Jackie didn’t know a whole bunch about cup-sizes larger than her own, but she guessed that they ended up as a large C, possibly even a D.“There we go,” Rob said with an evil grin. “Now the guys will have something to hold onto.”Jackie missed classes the next morning.As soon as she woke up, she knew something was wrong. There was a weight on her chest that hadn’t been there before - not a metaphorical one, she could literally feel an unfamiliar weight.The second she’d seen her new tits, she’d started screaming.It’s all real, she’d.
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