His words were gold to her ears. She trembled, her thighs quivered—a bodily response to how she was feeling. It was foreign to her, a sensation never ones felt before.
Alistair could tell she was in the moment. Before his eyes, her already ample bosom gradually increased in size, getting fuller until they were the size and shape of a softball pitch.
Showing through her garment of leafy vines, were hardened bumps on her tits. They were unusually large for her size, but fitted perfected on their bubbles.
"What is this feeling?" She looked puzzled. "It feels…subduing!"
"It's your innate connection to your creator. Although it's dormant, it is truly captivating." Alistair claimed. "It's useless fighting your creator's hold on you."
The moment his meat jetted out in its fullness and glory, her feelings were cranked an octave.
