Lucy's Curvy Surprise

Priss and Lucy have been a couple now for a few months and through trial and error have more ore less figured out the rules of how Lucy's jizz affects Priss's breasts and ass. Things are going pretty well for these best friends turned dedicated lovers. Lucy is a tall (6' 5") mousey woman and sometimes futanari with a bit of a complex about her height, and Priss's personal seamen fountain queen. Priss is a a bratty 4' 8" before her ever present high heels with enough attitude and confidence for the both of them, as views herself as Lucy's pocket sized personal onahole. The problem is their friend Ami has been turned down again, 5th time in three months, the girl can't catch a break. Ami is a sweetheart, but powerfully bland. An average height (5' 5") and not figure to speak of, narrow hips, and there are floor boards with more curves than her. Priss knows the girl needs to get laid, and maybe a boost to her figure would help too. She just needs to convince Ami to take a few rides on Lucy's cock (which they have not told Ami about) and get her breasts and ass filled out, maybe it'll even help her hips? Priss may have forgotten to mention this plan to Lucy also. We will start our story at Lucy and Priss's house, with Lucy trying to console Ami after another rejection. What could possibly go wrong with Priss's plan? Maybe she didn't account for the terminally flat and pancaked ass Ami developing a possibly terminal case of curve greed.

--- Ami sniffled into her coffee cup, her shoulders hunched as she slumped at Lucy and Priss’s kitchen table. "I just don’t get it," she mumbled, her plain brown eyes red-rimmed. "Fifth guy this month. I’m starting to think I’m cursed." Lucy awkwardly patted her back, towering over the scene like a nervous giraffe. "It’s not you," she lied, her voice deep and hesitant. "Some guys are just—" "—Dumb as bricks," Priss cut in, plopping onto Ami’s lap like she owned it. At four-eight in her fuck-me heels, she barely added any weight, but the move still made Ami gasp. "But maybe what you need isn’t *better* guys. Maybe it’s *better assets*." Lucy froze. *Oh no.* Priss grinned, running a fingertip along Ami’s collarbone. "Ever notice how Lucy’s *accidentally* perfect?" She squeezed one of her own tits—plump, heavy, *definitely* not her natural size. "Some of us just… *luck out* with the right *vitamins*." Ami blinked. "What are you—?" Priss didn’t let her finish. "Lucy’s got a special kind of… *protein shake*." She winked. "Guaranteed to *fill you out*." Lucy’s face burned. "Priss, we didn’t *discuss*—" But Ami was staring, her dull gaze flickering with something new. *Hunger.* "How… *special* are we talking?" Priss licked her lips. *Game on.* ---

Lucy will be hesitant to reveal the details, she's still very embarrassed about being able to push a throbbing dick out through her vagina lips. Not that she has any complaints about what Priss does with it. But sexing up one of their friends? That's a big deal. Ami will likely be hesitant about the whole thing, but also the idea of having any curves on her is a serious temptation. And Priss's breasts and ass have looked, well huge on her small frame lately with no explanation.

Lucy swallowed hard, her fingers tightening around her coffee mug. "It's... complicated," she muttered, avoiding Ami's suddenly intense stare. The kitchen table felt too small, the air too thick. Priss, still perched on Ami's lap, twirled a lock of the girl's limp brown hair around her finger. "Complicated *and* delicious," she purred. "Think of it like... a spa treatment. But with *way* better results." Ami's cheeks flushed, but she didn't pull away. "You're saying Lucy has some kind of... *magic cum*?" Her voice wavered between disbelief and desperate hope. Lucy nearly choked. "Jesus, Ami—" Priss just laughed, grinding her ass back against Ami's thighs. "Magic, science, who cares? Look at *me*." She arched her back, making her swollen tits strain against her tight top. "One week of Lucy’s special sauce, and I outgrew every bra I owned." Ami's breath hitched. Her hands twitched—like she wanted to touch, to *test* the truth of it. "But how—?" Priss leaned in, lips brushing Ami’s ear. "You let Lucy fuck you *real* deep, and *boom*—" She snapped her fingers. "Instant upgrade." Lucy groaned, dragging a hand down her face. This was *not* how she wanted to come out to their friend. But when she risked a glance at Ami, the girl wasn’t recoiling. She was staring at Lucy’s crotch. A slow, trembling hand reached out—then yanked back. "I... I don’t know if I can—" Priss rolled her eyes. "Oh, relax. Lucy’s dick’s *adorable*. Like a fucking candy bar popping out of its wrapper." She shot Lucy a wicked grin. "Show her." Lucy’s stomach flipped. But under Ami’s wide, wanting eyes... something *stirred*. Fuck. This was happening.

Lucy exhaled sharply, pulse hammering in her throat. She scooted back just enough to give herself space, the worn fabric of her jeans suddenly too tight. Ami’s breath hitched as Lucy’s hips rolled—slow, reluctant—but the unmistakable *strain* of her cock pressing against denim was impossible to miss. Priss bit her lip, watching like a predator. "See? Not scary at all," she murmured, tracing Ami’s jaw. "Just *hungry*." Ami whimpered, transfixed as Lucy’s zipper gave way. The first glimpse of slick, swollen flesh made her jerk—but she didn’t look away. Lucy gritted her teeth as her cock slid free, thick and flushed, already dripping. "This… this doesn’t mean you have to—" Priss cut her off with a laugh. "Oh, she *wants* to." She gripped Ami’s wrist, guiding her trembling fingers forward. "Go on. *Feel* what it can do for you." Ami’s fingertips brushed the underside—hot, veined, *throbbing*—and Lucy’s hips jerked. A pearl of precum smeared across Ami’s knuckle. Priss leaned in, voice dropping to a whisper. "First taste’s free." Ami hesitated—then licked her finger clean. Lucy groaned, her cock twitching hard. *Fuck.* This was *really* happening.

Ami's tongue darted out again—this time directly at the head of Lucy's cock, catching another glistening drop. Her eyes fluttered shut as she moaned, and the vibration of it sent a jolt through Lucy’s spine. Priss grinned, shifting to press her own swollen curves against Ami’s back. "Told you," she murmured, fingers working open Ami’s blouse with practiced ease. "Now imagine that *inside* you." Ami shuddered, hands finally gripping Lucy’s thighs—hesitation crumbling. She leaned in, hot breath ghosting over the tip before her lips parted, taking Lucy in shallowly. The wet heat of her mouth was agonizingly soft, teasing. Lucy bit back a curse, hips tilting up instinctively. "Jesus—*Ami*—" Priss hummed approval, one hand sliding down to palm Ami’s small chest through her bra. "Gonna be so sweet watching these fill out," she mused, pinching a nipple until Ami whined around Lucy’s cock. "You’ll *feel* it, you know. Every fucking pump." Ami pulled back, lips slick, pupils blown. "I—I want it," she panted. "Now." Priss’ laugh was dark as she guided Ami off her lap, pushing her toward the couch. "Then get on your back, baby. Time for your *upgrade*." Lucy’s cock ached, pulsing in time with her heartbeat. This wasn’t just happening. It was *starting*.

Ami stumbled back onto the couch, legs already spreading before her knees hit the cushions. Her blouse hung open, the lace of her bra straining as Priss unhooked it with a sharp flick. Lucy’s pulse spiked—Ami’s small, perfect tits were already pebbled tight, her skin flushed fever-bright. Priss dragged her teeth along Ami’s earlobe. “*Look* at her,” she murmured, nodding toward where Lucy stood, cock throbbing. “You really gonna make her suffer?” Ami whimpered, fingers scrambling at her jeans, shoving them down her thighs along with her soaked panties. The scent of her—musky, sweet—made Lucy’s mouth water. She was on her in seconds, gripping Ami’s hips hard enough to bruise. The first press of Lucy’s cock against her soaked folds drew a gasp. “Fuck,” Ami panted, back arching. “*Please*—” Priss laughed, dragging a nail down Ami’s sternum. “Begging already? Just wait.” Lucy didn’t tease. She slammed in to the hilt in one brutal stroke, wrenching a scream from Ami’s throat. The girl’s cunt clenched around her, fluttering like a heartbeat—*too* tight, *too* hot. “Gonna make you take it all,” Lucy growled, hips pistoning. Ami’s nails bit into her shoulders, her thighs trembling. The first pulse hit like lightning—Lucy’s cock jerking as she came deep, flooding Ami with thick, scalding ropes. Ami’s mouth fell open in a silent scream. Then—*change*. Her tits *swelled* first, rounding heavier, fuller, the soft flesh rippling as it expanded. Pink nipples darkened, stiffening under Priss’ wandering fingers. Ami’s back arched as her hips widened, the couch creaking under the sudden shift of her ass—plumper, rounder, *more*. “Oh *God*,” Ami sobbed, hands flying to her chest as the weight of it pulled her forward. “It—it *burns*—” Priss moaned, squeezing Ami’s newly lush curves. “Feel that? That’s her *claiming* you.” Lucy didn’t let up. She fucked into Ami through the transformation, each thrust milking another thick spurt into her quivering cunt. The girl’s body kept *adjusting*—hips flaring wider, breasts bouncing with every snap of Lucy’s hips, the slick *slap* of skin growing obscenely loud. Ami came screaming, her swollen tits jolting with every spasm. Lucy leaned down, biting her shoulder as another orgasm tore through her. And the *growth* didn’t stop.

Ami’s breath came in ragged gasps, her body writhing under Lucy’s relentless pace. Every thrust sent a fresh wave of *fullness* through her—not just from the cock buried deep inside, but from the way her flesh *thrummed*, still reshaping itself. Her breasts surged heavier, nipples so sensitive she could feel the air on them like fire. Priss watched, biting her own lip as Ami’s ass *rounded out* further, the plush curve of it pressing back against Lucy’s thighs. “Fuck, look at you,” she purred, dragging her nails down Ami’s sweat-slicked sides. “Her cum’s *rewriting* you.” Ami whimpered, fingers twisting in the couch cushions. Every nerve felt like it was sparking—her cunt clenched rhythmically around Lucy’s cock, milking another thick pulse from her. The heat inside her seemed to spread, sinking into her very bones, and with another shudder, her hips jerked wider still. Lucy groaned, grinding deeper. “She’s *tightening* up again—” Priss laughed, low and knowing. “Means she’s ready for another load.” She leaned down, sucking a dark mark into Ami’s swollen tit. “Take it, baby. Let her *finish* the job.” Ami’s eyes rolled back as Lucy’s thrusts turned punishing. The stretch was *too much*, her body bending, *yielding*, molding itself around Lucy’s thick cock like it was made for her. Then—*release*. Lucy slammed in one last time, burying herself to the root as her orgasm ripped through her. Ami *felt* the flood, hot and thick, surging deeper than before. Her own climax hit like a quake, body convulsing as another wave of *change* crashed over her—breasts swelling impossibly heavier, ass rounding out *just* enough to make Lucy groan in approval. Priss’ hand slid between Ami’s thighs, fingers rubbing her swollen clit. “*Perfect*,” she murmured. “Now let’s see how much more she can *take*.”

Lucy would pull out for now. Ami was quite a bit bigger now. Her hips as wide as her shoulders, and a serious plump bubble butt under her, and the formerly flat girl had tits that would overflow anyone's hands. Sure she'd go back down after awhile, but this was a good start, and a safe way to gauge progress, or so Lucy thought. Priss might be a little disappointed in the show stopping already, but Lucy could be right. They had all evening after all. The question is, once Ami gets out of after orgasm fog, what is she going to think? And will these curves be enough for now? Or will she want to push Lucy down onto the couch and mount up for more?

Lucy pulled out with a wet *pop*, Ami’s swollen cunt clenching around nothing as she collapsed onto the couch, dripping. Her body shimmered with sweat, her new curves glistening—hips wide enough to make her waist look impossibly small, tits heaving with each breath, nipples stiff and flushed. Priss pouted, running a teasing finger along Ami’s inner thigh. “Leaving us hanging already?” Lucy smirked, swiping a thumb over Ami’s slick lower lip. “She needs a minute.” Ami blinked up at them, still dazed, her hands drifting to her own body—fingers sinking into the plush swell of her tits, her palm sliding over the thick curve of her ass. A shudder ran through her. “Fuck,” she breathed, voice wrecked. Then her gaze sharpened, locking onto Lucy’s cock, still glistening with her own wetness. Priss grinned. “Uh-oh.” Ami didn’t hesitate. She lunged, pushing Lucy back onto the couch with surprising strength, her new weight pinning her down effortlessly. “Not enough,” she growled, grinding her slick folds against Lucy’s shaft. “*More.*” Lucy groaned as Ami lined herself up, sinking down in one slow, *aching* slide. Priss leaned in, biting Ami’s shoulder. “Guess we’re not done yet.”

Ami rolled her hips with a groan, savoring the stretch as Lucy’s cock filled her completely. Her body *remembered* the shape now, her cunt fluttering greedily around the thick intrusion. Priss’ hands skated up Ami’s sides, fingertips tracing the dramatic dip of her waist before squeezing her swollen tits. “Look at you,” she murmured, thumbing Ami’s nipples to stiff peaks. “Made for this.” Lucy hissed, gripping Ami’s hips hard enough to leave marks. “Christ, you’re *squeezing* me—fuck—” Ami rode her slow at first, testing the way her ass jiggled with every movement, the way her tits swayed heavy and full. But the ache beneath her skin hadn’t faded—if anything, it burned *hotter*. She needed more. Her pace turned desperate, slamming down on Lucy’s cock in wet, sloppy thrusts. Each one jolted through her, sending fresh pulses of pleasure radiating outward. She could *feel* herself changing again—ass rounding even plumper, tits swelling another cup size, her hips creaking wider to accommodate the shift. Priss chuckled, dragging her nails down Ami’s back. “Greedy girl.” Lucy’s groan was ragged. “She’s—*god*—she’s gonna milk me dry—” Ami’s breath hitched as another orgasm crested, her body locking up, *clenching* around Lucy’s cock like a vice. The flood of cum hit deep, hot spurts filling her as her own flesh rippled, reshaping under the heat of it. Priss pressed close, whispering against her ear: “Just wait ‘til you see how *big* you get this time.”

Ami’s body shuddered, her curves swelling visibly under the flood of Lucy’s release—her tits plumping fuller against Priss’ palms, her hips widening further under Lucy’s grip. The pressure was intoxicating, her cunt still rhythmically milking every last drop as if her body refused to let go. Lucy’s thighs trembled beneath her, breath ragged. “Fuck—*fuck*—Ami, I can’t—” Priss licked a stripe up the side of Ami’s throat, fingers pinching her nipples hard. “She’s not done with you yet,” she purred, pressing herself against Ami’s back. “Look at her—already hungry again.” Ami whimpered, her swollen clit rubbing against Lucy’s pelvis as she ground down, chasing the overstimulation. Her reflection in the mirror across the room was almost unrecognizable—voluptuous, decadent, her body lush and heavy. And still, she craved *more*. Lucy’s hands slid down to grope Ami’s ass, fingers sinking into the plush flesh as she bucked up weakly. “Gonna—*break* me—”

Priss’ laugh was low, predatory. She gripped Ami’s hair, tilting her head back to expose her throat. “Then let’s *break* her.” Ami gasped as Priss’ free hand slid between her thighs, rubbing tight circles over her clit while Lucy’s cock still throbbed inside her. The dual sensation was overwhelming—every shift of her hips sent shocks through her, her swollen flesh aching, *needing*. Lucy arched beneath her with a strangled moan, her release spilling again, hotter and thicker this time. Ami’s cunt clenched in response, her body greedily drinking it in, her curves surging outward with another obscene ripple of expansion. The couch groaned under their combined weight as her ass spilled over Lucy’s lap, her tits swelling heavier against Priss’ chest. Priss bit down on Ami’s shoulder, her voice rough. “*Again.* Don’t stop until she’s empty.” Ami’s vision blurred, pleasure burning white-hot as she fucked herself harder on Lucy’s cock, her body a relentless, insatiable machine. Every nerve was alight, every inch of her hypersensitive—her nipples stiffening, her clit pulsing, her core tightening like a vice. Lucy’s fingers dug into her hips, her voice wrecked. “Ami—*fuck*—you’re gonna—” Priss’ grip tightened. “Let go.” And Ami *did*.

Ami’s scream tore through the room as her climax hit like a tidal wave, muscles locking around Lucy’s cock in a series of ruthless spasms. She could *feel* the thick spurts inside her, each one making her cunt flutter greedily, her body greedier than ever before. Her tits strained against Priss’ hands, nipples pebbled and aching, her hips flaring impossibly wider as Lucy’s cum forced another wave of expansion through her. Priss’ breath was hot against her ear, fingers twisting her clit just shy of too much. “That’s it, take it all—*every drop.*” Lucy shuddered beneath her, cock twitching as she spilled again, her thighs flexing helplessly. “Jesus—*Jesus*—” Ami’s body moved on its own, riding Lucy’s softening length with slow, grinding rolls of her hips, milking her dry. The couch *creaked* as her ass spread even wider, thighs thickening to match, her silhouette now a caricature of obscene, exaggerated curves. Priss’ free hand slid down Ami’s belly, fingers dipping between slick folds to tease the stretched rim of her cunt. “Good girl,” she murmured. “But we’re not even close to done.” Lucy groaned, her head dropping back. “You’re *killing* me—”

Lucy for the moment is spent, and as worked up as Priss is, she can tell her girl needs a break, and Ami is in no deposit no return land at the moment. This has all been incredibly hot, but Priss doesn't need her girlfriend and her amazing cock breaking now or ever. Time to help Lucy get out from under a vastly expanded Ami, and give Ami a chance to come back to her senses. The girl may have gone overboard.

Priss smirked at Lucy’s ragged breathing, peeling herself off Ami’s back to survey the wreckage. Ami was still twitching, her body a heaving mass of curves, her cunt clenching around nothing as Lucy finally slipped out with a shaky gasp. "Easy, tiger," Priss murmured, hooking an arm under Ami’s waist and rolling her off Lucy with a grunt. Ami collapsed onto the couch, her ass spilling over the edge, tits rising and falling with each breath. Priss ran a teasing hand down Lucy’s sweat-slicked chest, pausing to thumb at her oversensitive cock. "You good?" Lucy groaned, swatting weakly at her. "I’ll live." Priss chuckled, then turned her attention to Ami, brushing damp hair from her flushed face. "Back with us, sweetheart?" Ami blinked up at her, dazed. Her thighs were still trembling, her cunt glistening, but the feverish hunger had dulled to something hazy and sated. Priss leaned down, nipping at her lower lip. "Next time, try not to *literally* crush my girlfriend, yeah?" Ami let out a breathless laugh—just as Lucy muttered, "Thank fuck," behind them.

Lucy can take some time and recover from Ami's ravenous ride, and Ami can finally get a chance to see what her efforts and Lucy' cum have done to her body.

Lucy stretched out on the couch, one arm flung over her eyes as she caught her breath. Her cock lay spent against her thigh, still glistening with Ami’s slick. "Fuck," she muttered, chest rising and falling. "You *devoured* me." Priss grinned, dragging her fingertips down Ami’s quivering belly until they reached the swollen curve of her hips. "And look what it did to you." Ami lifted her head, finally taking in the full effect—her tits were impossibly heavier, nipples dark and stiff against their swollen mounds. Her waist had cinched tighter, flaring out into hips that barely fit on the couch. And her ass—*Christ*—it was like two plush pillows threatening to swallow the cushions whole. She shifted, gasping as the movement sent a fresh wave of sensitivity through her swollen folds. "Shit. I... I *feel* it." Priss hummed, tracing the dip of her waist. "Good. Now imagine how much better it’ll feel when *I* take my turn." Lucy groaned from the couch. "Give me five minutes."

Lucy needed a breather, which was fair, she was doing all the output. And Ami is fantastically huge at the moment. Hips wider than her shoulders, a huge ass, and massive breasts capped by erect nipples. And Priss has just gotten to watch an incredibly hot sight. Ami's boobs right now might be collectively larger than Priss's whole body.

Lucy sank back into the cushions with a groan, fingers kneading her own thighs as she watched Priss loom over Ami’s transformed body. Priss exhaled—sharp, hungry—her gaze raking over the sheer *scale* of Ami now. The girl was *monstrously* stacked, her tits swelling with every breath, nipples pebbled tight under Priss’s scrutiny. She let her palm glide up the curve of one breast, fingers barely spanning half of it. "Fuck, you’re *growing*," she muttered, thumb circling a stiff peak. Ami shivered, her hips rolling instinctively. "It’s—ah—*more* every time I come," she gasped, back arching as Priss squeezed. Lucy snorted weakly from the couch. "Next time, warn me before you nearly suffocate me with these," she gestured vaguely at Ami’s chest, "*planets*." Priss grinned, ducking to drag her tongue over a nipple, sucking just enough to make Ami whine. "No promises." Her other hand slid down, teasing the slick heat between Ami’s thighs. "You’re *dripping* again already." Ami’s breath hitched—her body was *far* from done.

Lucy would remind the half blissed out Ami that Ami would not stay that big. It settles back down a lot after a bit. But she would keep some of it. Lucy would also kinda enjoy watching Priss, her girl friend messing around with Ami's massive tits.

Lucy propped herself up on one elbow, watching Priss lavish attention on Ami’s heaving chest with lazy amusement. "Don’t get *too* attached to those," she drawled, nodding at the obscene swell of Ami’s tits. "They’ll deflate a little once you’re not so wound up." Ami whimpered as Priss dragged her teeth over a nipple, sending another jolt of pleasure straight to her core. "S-some stays though, right?" she panted, hips bucking against Priss’s teasing fingers. "Mmhmm," Lucy confirmed, eyes darkening as she watched Priss knead the soft, heavy flesh. "Enough to make sure you never fit your old bras again." Her lips curled as Priss arched a brow, squeezing until Ami gasped. "Told you she’s fun to play with." Priss chuckled, low and rough, before sinking her fingers deeper into Ami’s dripping heat. "You weren’t kidding." Ami cried out, her body trembling—still so *full*, still so *needy*. Lucy smirked and settled back, perfectly content to watch the show.

Priss will play with Ami and help her enjoy her massive proportions while they last. Lucy can relax and watch, still spend from the pleasurable effort of getting Ami to this size. Ami's head is swiming between pleasure, satisfaction, Priss's attentions, the feeling of Lucy watching her, and the fact there's not enough of her for well, at least two of her, maybe three, and it's all in her tits, hips and ass. She was flat and straight as a board half an hour ago.

Priss’s hands roamed greedily over Ami’s curves, squeezing the plush swell of her ass before sliding back up to cup her tits again—testing their weight, kneading until Ami’s breath came in ragged gasps. "Fuck, look at you," Priss murmured, dragging a fingertip down the deep valley between Ami’s breasts. "Like you were *made* to be this thick." Ami shuddered, her overstimulated nerves alight with every touch. Her hips jerked uselessly, desperate for friction, but Priss kept her pinned—just barely teasing the wetness between her thighs. "P-Please—" Lucy smirked from the couch, stretching her legs out. "Careful, Priss. She’s gonna pop if you push her too hard." Priss grinned, bending to suck a dark mark into the soft underside of Ami’s breast before pulling back. "Then I’ll just have to *keep* pushing." Her fingers finally sank into Ami’s dripping heat, curling just right, and Ami’s moan cracked into a sob. The sensation was overwhelming—her body too large, too *much*, every inch hypersensitive. She could feel the weight of her own tits pressing into Priss’s chest, the way her ass strained against Priss’s thighs. It was dizzying, intoxicating—and Priss wasn’t slowing down. Lucy’s chuckle was warm, satisfied. "Yeah, that’s the stuff."

**The story continues...** Priss’s fingers worked faster, twitching inside Ami’s quivering core before she pulled out, licking her fingers clean with a loud smack. Ami mewled, her heavy tits heaving as she whimpered for more. "M-more…" Priss’s smirk was wicked as she rested her hands on Ami’s sloped waist, squeezing the waistline in. "Oh, you’re gonna get more alright." She gripped Ami’s fat, bloated ass, her fingers sinking into the plush flesh as she pulled Ami closer. "We’re not done with you yet." Ami gasped as Priss’s fingers pressed into her swollen mound, pressing her backward against the couch. Priss’s fingers curled up against her g-spot, sending her into a deep, shaking orgasm. Her body tightened, her ass and tits bouncing with each shudder. Priss steadied her with her free hand, pinning her down by the swollen swell of her chest. "Fuck, you are just *built* for this," Priss growled, pressing her fingers deeper into Ami’s gushing heat. Ami keened, her toes curling against the carpet—her body was *so* full, still so *needy*. The sensation of Priss’s fingers thrusting inside her was overwhelming, her whole body too large, too *much*. Priss’s fingers curled, forming a 'come here' motion inside her, and Ami’s back arched uncontrollably. Her body bucked as another orgasm tore through her—flesh quivering, tits trembling—and she screamed, her squirming contorting her into a stiffened shape. Lucy watched from her place at the side of the couch, pulling her legs up to her chest and stretching her arms high above her head. "Yeah, that’s the stuff," she teased, watching as Ami finally collapsed back, a puddle of convulsion. Priss pulled her fingers out of Am’s gaping hole, shaking her hand out as she sucked them clean with a loud smack. "Fuck, you’re greedy," she scoffed, lowering her head to kiss Ami’s heaving chest. "You’re gonna run out of gas if you keep that up." Ami whimpered, her body still shaking as Priss’s fingers found their way to her swelled nipples—pinching them until Ami choked out a moan. Her toes curled, her legs shaking as she still tried to move against Pr’s legs. ... Priss settled back against the coffee table, watching Ami’s glistening body quiver. "Yeah, that’s the stuff," she murmured, patting Ami’s swollen hip. "You got caught up and needed an orgasm, huh?" Ami whimpered, still too spent to form words. Her tits were still so swollen, her ass still so fat. She was still so *full*. Priss smirked, running a hand over Ami’s swollen body. "You’re good, just enjoy it while it last," she told Am. "Your ass is going to stay *so* fat, you won’t fit into any of your old clothes. Not that you’d want to anyway." Ami whined, her body starting to finally calm down.

Ami's body can start to come down and begin working its way back towards what will be her new normal. It will feel very different from her growth, but not painful or bad, just different, like settling in to a new normal. Her new base figure won't be as exaggerated as Priss's compact hour glass. But Ami will end up with pert full hand fulls of breasts, a pleasing curve to her hips and a pert and firm little bubble but. A massive but workable upgrade from where she started.

Priss's fingers traced slow, feather-light circles over Ami’s collarbone as her body began to soften—not shrinking, but settling, the hyper-swollen curves easing into something more natural. The relentless pressure of her tits against her ribs lessened, the unbearable sensitivity dulling into something warm and heavy. Ami exhaled shakily as her hips narrowed slightly, the obscene plushness of her ass still rounded and firm but no longer straining against gravity. "Still thick," Lucy murmured appreciatively, reaching out to squeeze the swell of Ami’s hip. "Just... *manageable* thick." Priss hummed in agreement, thumb brushing over Ami’s now-perky nipple—still full, still sensitive, but no longer overwhelming. "Fuck, look at you." She dragged her palm down the new slope of Ami’s waist, fingers curving around the dip before spreading over the subtle flare of her hips. "This suits you." Ami shivered, the last tremors of her orgasm still rippling through her in lazy waves. The shift in her body wasn’t painful, just... strange. Like her skin finally fit again. She could still feel the weight of her tits, still knew the sway of her hips would be different when she walked—but it wasn’t *too much* anymore. Priss grinned, bending to nip at the underside of her breast. "Think you can handle another round now that you’re not about to burst?" Ami’s breath hitched, but she shakes her head, biting her lip. "Thanks but... I think.. I think I'm good for now... I'd like to have a look at a mirror though?" "Sure," Lucy stretches and stands, moving to help pull Ami up to standing and giving her a hug as she does. "You look great sweetheart."

Let's move the story into the wind down. Priss and Lucy providing affirmation to Ami, and Ami getting to finally have a body she can love and feel attractive in.

Priss smirked and stood, stretching her arms overhead before offering Ami a hand. "C'mon, let's get you in front of the mirror so you can see what we've been drooling over." Ami wobbled slightly as she got to her feet—still unsteady from the aftershocks—but Lucy steadied her with a hand on the small of her back. The subtle shift in weight distribution made her hips sway with every step, her full breasts bouncing just enough to feel their new heaviness without throwing her off balance. The full-length mirror in the hall reflected her flushed skin, shining with sweat. Her fingers traced the new contours—the pert swell of her tits, the smooth curve of her waist dipping into hips that flared just enough to make her silhouette undeniably feminine. Her ass, still round and plush, no longer demanded attention so aggressively—it was *hers* now. "See?" Priss pressed against her back, chin resting against Ami's arm as her hands cupped the weight of her breasts. "Not too much. Just *right*." Lucy leaned in, lips brushing Ami's ear. "You were gorgeous before. Now you're fucking *lethal*." Ami exhaled, shoulders relaxing. For the first time in years, she didn’t want to hide. The reflection staring back wasn’t exaggerated—just *her*, but *more*. Priss kissed the side of Ami's breast. "Told you you'd love it."

Ami will nod, overwhelmed with happiness. The sex had been great, she'd needed that, but this new body, her new body. It was so much more. We can wrap it up with the three hugging in the hallway in front of the mirror. Maybe a little awkward with Lucy not having pants on and her dick still out, Ami naked, and Priss so short next to them and likely groping Ami's ass, and her hand on Lucy's dick as they all hug. But friends, together, supporting each other.

Ami nodded, blinking against the sudden sting of happy tears. The sex had been electric—but this? This was something deeper. The way her body filled out, the way it *moved* now—it wasn’t some fantasy caricature. It was *her*. Lucy’s arms slid around her waist from behind, her half-hard cock pressing warm against Ami’s bare ass. Priss, ever opportunistic, wedged herself between them, one hand kneading Ami’s plush cheek while the other wrapped lazily around Lucy’s shaft, giving it a few idle strokes. "Look at us," Lucy chuckled, breath hot against Ami’s shoulder. "A fucking mess." Ami snorted, twisting to press a kiss to Lucy’s jaw. "Your dick’s still out." "Yeah, well." Lucy squeezed her tighter. "Not like you’re dressed for company either." Priss smirked, rising onto her toes to nuzzle against Ami’s throat. "Think we’re past polite, don’t you?" Ami leaned into them both, sighing as their bodies pressed close—skin, sweat, and all. No hiding. No pretending. Just *this*. "Thank you," she murmured. Priss nipped her earlobe. "Anytime, gorgeous."