Looking her over I wished the extra weight from her belly and thighs would slowly migrate to her tits, filling them out while leaving them perky and well-formed.
Holly had stopped screaming and was sitting on the sidewalk with her legs drawn up in front of her. She was still sobbing, but now she was ignoring the crowd as much as they were ignoring her.
As I watched, the extra roll of flab around her waist smoothed out and her thighs trimmed down enough to loose that cottage-cheese look fat women get. Hearing her gasp I skipped around to stand in front of Holly as she let her legs fall open to get a better look at her chest.
Her b-cups has rounded out well past DDs. She was definitely into porn-star size, or at least Internet cam-whore size. Holly stared down in astonishment and with trembling hands tried to cover her massive breasts. Her hands were woefully inadequate for the job, and actually made her breasts look even larger.
I knelt down and stroked the fuzz covering Holly's pussy. She wasn't able to notice me, but she shivered violently and moved an ankle to hide her sex from view. Looking around wildly.
Seeing that the crowd and cop had dispersed. Holly shakily got to her feet, sticking out her ass as she levered herself up, and grunting at the effort of supporting all that extra weight on her chest. Staring warily at the pedestrians walking around her Holly slowly began picking her way down the street. After a couple steps instead of trying to cover them she was holding up her knockers with both hands and the muscles of her back were standing out in knots.
I followed behind and gave her ass a slap as we walked. The wave and her startled yelp as she jumped away made me appreciate my ring even more.