Penelope stood in front of her vanity mirror admiring the amulet, oblivious to her little buns expanding with every passing second.
If Penelope wore panties they'd be riding up the crack and she would definitely notice, but she doesn't and they just push her skirt up as they keep growing.
"Is there a draft in here? Oh well, now I gotta go back and rub my fabulous new bling in Betty's face!"
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