Rachel's rack blossomed fourth. Her petite A cups overflowing (or they would be, if the cups weren't expanding with their contents). Like two bubbles being blown inside her sweatshirt, they increased until stopping about the larger side of DD. Dave didn't cease to be gleeful on the results of his spell casting.
"Are you okay over there, or would you prefer a seat nearer the front?" Rachel stared unamused, whilst Dave realised that he had been starring at his handiwork uninterupted for the past five minutes. He was about to break into "Rachel, I'm sorry" when she pre-emptedly went "relax Dave, it's cool: we've been friends for years, you know I don't mind you staring at the girls... even if I do like busting you about it". Dave smiled and relaxed, relived at how cool Rachel was about it (did he do that as well?)
Then his focus turned to Brittany; the only one who he hadn't yet altered, apart from himself.
But should he go with Brittany, or maybe try it out himself?
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