Dismissing the glance as embarrassment, and not wishing to push your pet theory, you pace impatiently. Walking to the balcony, you feel the need to take control. That doing that will help keep you calm, you give Aileen a friendly pat on the back, hoping to reassure her.
The view across the street is stunningly normal, the shops and streets are packed, and the beach beyond them is filled with some fine pussy. Your mouth quirks as you recall you too now fit in that category. But another thought intrudes too.
"It's calm out there."
Turning around, you say it to your mates. "It's calm out there. Everything's normal... This... Whatever this is... It's only affected us."
A whimper from Aileen tells you she's not found any comfort in this nugget of information. But you continue nonetheless.
"So... Was it something we did? .... Is it something we can fix... reverse?"
You address your words to the room as a whole. More thinking aloud than asking a question. Looking around the room, you hope the others will feel better if they talk, if they're taken from their mute shocked silence.
"Can you guys think of anything?"
A choked sob comes from Aileen, and her hair flicks as she shakes her head. Again you think you spot a look exchanged between Tracy and Stephanie.
"Uh uh..." Stephanie answers, even that short answer sounds sensual and full of promise.
"Nuh uh..." Tracy's short answer avoiding any lisping syllables.
However, you gasp, and take an awkward half-step backwards, as you see both girls shift. Their figures becoming more exaggerated, more sexual. Tracy's bust ripples and swells forward, her rear also seems inflated. But the scariest part is she is oblivious to the changes.
With Stephanie, the change is even more obvious, her bust... Each full titty is now larger than her head, impossibly firm and topped by a stiff, hard nipple that looks almost as big as her damned nose. But again, she's unaware of this change.
Checking yourself, you don't think you've grown. A glance over Aileen's shoulder, the angle is hard to tell, but she looks unchanged. Both Tracy and Stephanie are unaware of their own or each other's sudden growth. The same bimbo like innocence on their faces, but you think back to the long drive to Miami. You all shared the driving, and you all slept at various points.
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