This choice: Sara demands that Greg make some more changes to her first. • Go Back...Chapter #6Sure I'll help you out but help me more first... by: Unknown "Mmmmmm... maybe." Sara's voice trailed off into silence.
Greg was stunned into speechlessness for a second. "What do you mean maybe?" He finally spluttered.
"I mean maybe I want you to make some more "improvements" to me first," Sara said with a teasing lilt to her voice. "That felt SOOOOO good, I want to be even bigger."
"You want your boobs even bigger?" Greg chuckled, "oh no problem baby, I'll hook you right up." Greg's tapped the thumb slider and Sara's displayed cup size switched to EE." Her top was showing signs of serious stress, with her breasts were being forced out of the top and it looked like seams were starting to split.
"Not just my boobs hon, I want to be BIGGER. Taller, more muscle."
"More muscle?" Gregs voice held a noticeable tone of hesitation as his thumb hovered over the "apply changes" button.
"Yes more muscle. You know we've talked about me getting into figure competition so we could train together. This is my chance to jump start into the scene." Greg was silent for a moment. Sara HAD talked about that a few times but he had more or less blown her off. Serious weight training was a guy thing, he didn't really like the idea of her being more muscular. "Greg, are you still there?"
"Yea, yea, I'm still here. How much muscle are you talking about babe?" He finally said.
"I don't know, how much did you put on today?"
"You want to add 165 pounds of muscle?" Greg blurted.
"Is that how much you added? Wow... that is so hot. No I don't want quite that much yet, let's do 80 pounds," Saras voice was breathless with anticipation.
"80 pounds?" Greg found the muscle slider on Saras image and started nudging it to the right. He frowned as her top lost the war with her expanding chest and kept growing. "80 pounds is a lot babe. Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yes, I'm sure, and make me taller. 5'8" sounds good."
Greg frowned as he made the changes and stared at what Sara's new body would become if he pushed the button. She had WAY more muscle than he thought was attractive on a chick. The bigger boobs, that he was good with, taller was fine too. But the muscles... He had to try to talk her out of this. "Babe, you do not want to do this right now, you're going to grow right of your clothes, why don't you come here first and we can..."
"Oh, I'm fine with growing out of my clothes, I'm sort of looking forward to it." Greg took the phone away from his ear and stared at it with slack jawed amazement. Who was this girl? "I just got home, give me a second to get inside," Sara chirped.
"Babe you should really just..."
"I'm ready," she squealed, cutting Greg off in mid sentence. "I can't wait for this..."
Greg frowned then hit the "apply changes" button, already thinking to himself that he would undo it later after Sara got him some clothes. He would let her have her fun for now. A second passed before Saras voice moaned into Gregs ear, "Here it comes baby... it feels SOOOO good." Faintly the sounds of tearing cloth could be heard over Saras orgasmic panting. "Wow... thanks hon, I'll see you soon," Sara hung up abrubtly and Greg scowled at the phone. That hadn't gone the way he had expected at all. He looked around the basement and tried to decide what he would do until Sara got here.
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