Lining up her stiletto heel with the button, she stabbed it hard! The machine whined as it powered down. An electric crackle announced how far she'd skewered the pump into death. It provided a brief satisfaction as she lifted the heel free from the machine.
Planting her feet back on the floor, she felt the unwanted ripple of excess flesh. She took in the effect of the pump on her body. The extra heft telling her that it wasn't air that'd been pumped it. An attached tank, labelled it as Synthiflesh. Cursing under her breath, she knew it certainly rippled and rolled like it was natural... Or as natural as an ass that size could be.
Selena pictured her perfect ass... as she remembered it. The dimensions and flexibility known, and familiar. It wasn't vanity, simply a necessary function of her job, knowing what she had to work with...
Alas, while she used her charms to distract and allure... What woman would turn down any weapons in such a world. But.... There's the rub, she thought. Her hands running over the expanded rear she now carried behind her. It felt and looked more equine in it's dimensions. Selena cursed it knowing it was making promises that she certainly would tolerate. She wasn't into... into that! She glanced up to the hole she'd cut in the skylight. Tailored almost perfectly for her hips, for her rump. She had to admit she was pleased with her tailor, so many items would've surrender leaving her naked as well as expanded. Even now, the seams held, as the stitches strained to maintain their integrity. However, their endurance was also an exquisite torture, as they brushed over her tender lips with every slight movement, any shift in her hips, providing an enticing friction.
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