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Yang always thought her tits were pretty great, but now, as her black and yellow stringy bikini top gave up and fell off, she thought they were incredible. They were each the size of medicine balls and they had a similar weight to them, except much softer and more appealing to touch, to fondle, to squeeze, and to watch bounce while bare. The weight and the way they spilled out of Yang’s hands felt so satisfying. The only thing that could improve this, Yang thought, was if they were spilling out of someone else’s hands, or maybe even a few peoples’ hands at once if Yang had her lewdest hopes become reality. That brief time in the hot springs water had done wonders for the bodies of her friends and she wouldn’t mind any of them, barring Ruby, getting their hands all over her newly-improved body, and getting her hands all over theirs. She would have been very, very tempted to listen to Nora and stay in the water if the more sensible members of the group hadn’t made it clear that they weren’t allowing it. It was the safe option, Yang had to admit, as they had no idea why it had happened or how long it’d affect them for, but she couldn’t help but wonder how big she could get and how good it would feel.
Speaking of Nora, turning around in the mirror and seeing how much her ass had grown, Yang was certain that, as she and Nora were the first into the pool, they’d ended up the biggest. While Yang won the battle up top, Nora almost certainly won down below. Yang couldn’t complain too loudly, however, as she still had one hell of an ass, one that swallowed her bikini bottoms entirely and would likely swallow the seat of Bumblebee if she got the chance to test that out. To take her new booty for a test drive, Yang crouched and bounced her hips to the beat of a booty jam she remembered hearing at Junior’s bar, making her ass ripple and clap alluringly. Oh, what she’d give to do this for an audience, Yang thought.
Yang was lost in her bootylicious daydreams when she heard a door outside of her room, probably from a neighbouring room. That most likely meant Pyrrha’s or Nora’s. Yang remembered Nora’s defiance at being ejected from the pool and Pyrrha’s utter embarrassment, and those both took the fun out of what she was doing right now. Maybe she could enjoy it later, on her own, and maybe she could sneak in a little more hot spring time, get a little bigger, a little bouncier. Yang liked that idea. If only she could convince her friends to allow it, then they could all have a great time together, Yang was sure of it. Until dinner, Yang had some time to try and come up with an argument or, more likely, an escape plan so she could enjoy it herself.