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NOTE: this story shifts from 1^st to 3^rd person throughout. Hopefully I have conveyed well enough which perspective is happening, but if it is too confusing, please let me know.

She was up to something. I could just tell.

Ever since I told her...ever since we opened up. God, and I thought it wasn't some sort of trap. I thought she was just genuinely curious about some of my preferences of what I thought was attractive on a woman. I didn't think she would actually go to any sort of...lengths to make those fantasies any sort of reality.

Well, to be fair I didn't have any proof of that yet. All we did was talk about it, and when I opened up that I wished she was a bit curvier (I had one or two drinks in me when I admitted that), she seemed to really take that to heart. I went on to say that it didn't matter, that I loved her for her Her beautiful brown eyes. Her pale, but smooth, perfect complexion. Her long, raven black hair. She was everything I could have ever wanted. Sure, she didn't have DDs and only sported a B cup. Sure, her bottom was one of the flattest I had ever seen on a woman of her build, which was actually quite wide and voluptuous, minus all the curves that could supplement otherwise.

I told her all this, but it didn't seem to reassure her. She didn't seem hurt, she just seemed...curious. Curious as to how she could maybe make herself more like my “ideal” woman. And she really didn't need to. But if she was trying to...who was I to stop her?

Well, anyways, outside of all that, I could tell something was up the next morning, when I woke up. I went to the kitchen, hoping to make her breakfast, but she had beaten me to it.

“Hey there, sunshine.” I smiled, wrapping my arms around her squishy waist and nuzzling my chin against the top of her head. She was significantly shorter than I, which was something I was completely ok with. In fact, it was incredibly sexy in my book.

Her response was a bit flat.

“Hello.” She responded, paying no mind to my actions. This worried me a tad, but I decided to disregard it for the time being.

“What's cookin'?” I asked nonchalantly, still hugging her close to me.

“Making an omelet. What did you want on yours?” She asked back, the more familiar tone I was used to in her voice than before.

“The usual babe.” I responded, releasing her and heading into the kitchen, resting down on the chair. Today was going to be an easy day. I had already released one of my recent projects online, and it was doing relatively well. So there were no worries in the funds department. I was a lucky bastard, actually able to do my hobby as a career, and I stared over at my guitar lovingly before looking back over at her.

Her name was Analese, if I hadn't already mentioned. The love of my life for the past year. She was still studying in college to become a pharmacist. I hadn't even attended college, learning everything I needed to know through tutorials online when I was younger. The fact that I made money doing this, honestly, blew my mind. It wasn't exactly stable, which was why I had built up a bit of worker's experience at various other supermarkets and warehouses, but from how it was looking, I didn't have too much to worry about. At least for the next few years.

Ana stepped back out, two plates in hand, setting down the plate in front of me. The perfect omelet as usual.

“Two days in a row babe? You know I have to make this up for you tomorrow.” I smile as I begin to dig into the egg, yolk spilling out onto the plate. She grinned back at me, her dazzling white smile always left me floored. Having a dentist as a father had its benefits, I suppose.

“Oh shush. You do plenty. Its the least I can do.” She spoke to me, the faintest British accent in her voice. Otherwise known as one of the sexiest accents I had ever heard. Even if it was slowly fading, it made itself apparent in several words. We conversed, eating our meals and giggling to each other as we told each other stories of things we had to deal with within the past week. Me at various venues with unruly crowds, her at her university and some of the obnoxious staff and students she had to put up with. We kept each other sane, for the most part.

When all that was done, she departed for her usual short 4 hour Friday at college. I bade her farewell, then began messing about on the computer for a while.

A few hours passed. I was burning time on YouTube and gaming for a while. After a bit I noticed that she hadn't quite come home yet. She must have stopped on the way home. For what, I don't know. I shrugged, continuing my leisurely activities until 3:00 came around. Now it was getting pretty late. I didn't want to worry. Ana was someone who I knew could take care of herself easily, no question. But I couldn't help but wonder what she was possibly...

Just as I began to think, the door creaked open, and Ana stepped into the apartment, smiling brightly.

“Hello hello!” She chirped, dashing over to me and giving me a quick peck before rushing off to her room.

'What was that about?' I thought to myself, before making my way down to the restroom. The door was shut. All I could hear was a faint...moaning sound? No, that couldn't be it. Was she ok? I knocked a bit on the bathroom door. “Um...you uh...alright in there?”

“Mhm. Just fine.” She replied. I swear, her voice was an octave higher than it usually was. Odd. Very odd. But there wasn't much I could really do. I decided to disregard it and head to my room. Maybe practice a little bit before dinner.

Soon the day came to a close. Nothing seemed to really happen that was out of the ordinary for the rest of the day, and the thought of the bathroom slipped out of my mind. We were soon in bed, nuzzled into each other's arms before slowly falling asleep...

But I could have sworn she smelled somewhat...different. A new body lotion perhaps?

DAY 1

I awoke to see Ana had already left the bed yet again. How many times was she going to do this in a week? I shook my head, getting the thoughts out. Gotta stop being so needy, I suppose. I stepped out, but thankfully, she was not cooking yet. She was leaned over, ruffling through the refrigerator, clad only in a t-shirt and her white cotton panties. This was a treat. But...something seemed off. Different...better, even. I stood there and stared for a moment. At first, I thought it was merely because she was leaning it outwards towards me, but I could've sworn her ass looked bigger. Ever so slightly, it seemed to sort of muffin out of her panties. They seemed tight around her hips and waist. Was I imagining things? I must have been. I rubbed my eyes and walked into the kitchen, trying my hardest not to stare.

She looked up at me, just barely catching my gaze at her rump. She grinned.

“Morning.” She said, finally pulling out of the fridge with the jug of milk. Why was she leaning in the fridge for so long if she was just getting the milk? Was she teasing me? What was going on? Holding a bit of suspicion, I sat down at the table for a bit.

“Morning. You seem...radiant this morning.” She giggled at this statement.

“Do I? I'm glad you noticed.” She said, giving her butt a slight waggle as she stepped over to the counter, placing the milk down. She then opened the cabinet and got to her tip-toes, reaching up for a glass on one of the higher shelves. She bobbled up and down, the glass just out of her reach. I swear, her ass just...jiggled a lot more than I remembered it.

Oh yeah, she was DEFINITELY teasing me. She was up to something.

“Here, here, lemme get that...” I chuckle a bit and reach up, grabbing one of the mugs and pulling it down for her. She thanked me and placed it under the coffee pot, preparing the brew. I just stood there, staring at her. I wasn't sure what to think. While I had no proof that she was doing anything, the slight pudge to her bottom told me that she was trying something. My mind raced through all sorts of thoughts and ideas. Could she be gaining weight on purpose in order to fulfill my fantasy? God, I hoped not.

The rest of the day went on normally, but with a few added glances to Ana's behind. They seemed to stretch out her yoga pants oh-so-slightly. I tried to distract myself by working on some projects in the studio, but she kept coming in, asking if I needed anything, and picking things up off the ground that I hadn't seen before.

She was in full on 'fucking with me' mode now.

I wanted to say something, but on the off chance I was wrong, I didn't want to tell my girlfriend her ass looked bigger. That's just like ASKING to get reprimanded. So I kept it to myself, tried to enjoy the view, while the gnawing worry burrowed in my head. I worried about her health. If she was mass stuffing herself to do this...

And the moaning from the bathroom...it happened again tonight...

We both curled up and went to sleep. Well, I pretended to anyways. I could only lie there, my mind fidgeting while my hands rested gently on her backside.

There was no doubt about it. It was bigger.

Right?

DAY 2

“And he doesn't suspect a thing?” Gina asked Ana, mouth agape.

“Not a thing! Its been so funny to see him looking over, all confused. He's so sweet, he doesn't want to say that my butt looks bigger than usual.” Ana said with a giggle.

“But he knows, right?” Gina asked, taking another sip of her coffee. The local coffee shop was nearly empty, and their conversation was just vague enough for them to chat without worrying about eavesdroppers. Ana shrugged.

“I can't actually tell. He is suspicious, definitely, but I don't think he has pieced together what is actually causing it.” Gina grinned.

“Miracle lotion? Where do you find this stuff?” Ana waved her hand and almost scoffed, but thought better of it.

“I didn't buy it anywhere, Gina. I made it.” Gina nearly choked on her coffee.

“YOU made it?!” Ana raised an eyebrow at her friend's reaction. “I mean...I know you're really good with pharmaceuticals, but...”

“Trust me Gina, I've been around chemicals enough to know how to formulate this sort of stuff. This sort of thing already exists, you know? They just don't release it cuz they don't want to risk the wages of plastic surgeons. Private businesses keeping the things on lockdown.” Gina just stared, wide eyed, then nodded.

“So...they can't just make money by selling the cream instead?” Ana shook her head.

“Surgeons, Gina. Private companies keep it under wraps. Trust me, its a whole legal mess that only people with the right connections know about. But you tell anyone there's a sort of magic lotion that can make you grow, people would either flip, or wouldn't believe you.”

“But you had to make it yourself? Why not just take some?”

“You actually think they had any pre-made? No, as soon as the funding ran out for the project, no more was made. That's just how it is. So I managed to piece together the recipe and...” She stood, heading to the trash can, gesturing to her booty. It was even larger and plumper than it was yesterday, now having a very prominent curve and sticking out several more inches behind her. “Ta-dah!” She giggled and tossed her empty cup away, then lifted her purse. Gina stood, joining her friend out the door, coffee in hand.

“So...how long are you gonna keep it up?” Gina asked as they got in her car.

“As long as I want.” Ana replied devilishly. They drove off, Ana dropping Gina at her place, then heading to her own apartment. She went in, tired after a long day at classes, tossing her purse to the side and flopping upon the couch. She let out a light “oof”, pulling the remote from under her plush booty. “That didn't hurt nearly as much as it used to...” Ana mumbled to herself, placing the remote on the table. More padding. That was a plus.

Just then, her boyfriend walked into the room.

“Hey Isaac.” She called over to him, standing and embracing him suddenly. She could feel his hands drift downwards, and she had to hold back a snicker when she felt him subtly sink his fingers into her now riper badonk. She pulled away and looked him in the eyes. “How was your day?” She asked. Isaac was still in shock. He shook his head then nodded.

“It uh...it was fine. Just uh...finished up some projects and uh...yeah, getting stuff done...” He replied, flustered. Ana cocked her head to the side. Now was the time to tease him, she thought.

“What's wrong? Something up?” She asked innocently. Isaac, turning a slight shade of pink, shook his head and waved his hands defensively.

“No! Nope, just uh...just been a lot of stuff to work on today. Getting back into the planning stage, ya know. I get all crazy when I do that, hahaha...” His eyes darted about. She knew he just wanted her to turn around and see the results. To see her now even bigger ass in full display. But she didn't want that quite yet. She wanted to be bigger. MUCH bigger. To appease his fantasies, to tease him, to make him the happiest she possibly could.

She wasn't self-conscious about her personality. She knew very well that he loved her for who she was. That was the only reason she had asked about what she could improve in the first place. She needed to know if he wanted something more, or if he had any preferences. Being so gated off sexually made it hard to work with him sometimes. But when she got info like she did a few days ago, she knew she had to use it to her advantage. Now it was time to kick it up a notch.

After a few hours lounging and watching TV, his arm outstretched across her shoulders, it was finally time for another lotion application. Somewhere new this time.

She shed her shirt, then undid her bra, letting it fall to the floor, its pink lace form crumpling upon the rug. She then pulled the lotion out of her cubicle under to the sink. It looked like any other regular moisturizer. But she had made it herself with ingredients she had bought, and ones she had admittedly bribed out of co-workers. But she had enough now to make plenty of batches, and it was a good thing too. The bottle she had was almost empty. Just enough for one more application. She looked down at her B cups. She always liked them like this. Small. Attentive. Perky. But the idea of them getting bigger...excited her somehow. Perhaps it was the idea of fulfilling her boyfriend's fantasies that made her libido skyrocket? Whatever it was, she dared not question it.

Instead, she lathered a generous amount of lotion onto her bosom. Just as much as she knew she needed, which was coincidentally the rest of the bottle. She rubbed it in, moaning low under her breath as the lotion warmed up upon her skin. It made them so soft, so sensitive. She could feel her nipples getting erect as she rubbed. She found these side effects enticing, and gave her pink nubs a quick pinch. The action nearly made her double over. She stifled a gasp, clutching onto the sink, wide eyed. A knock rung out from beyond the door.

“You alright in there?” Isaac's voice called out from the other side. Ana shook off the feeling and replied.

“Just fine babe, just dropped a bottle, that's all.”

“Alright” Isaac replied, stepping back to the bedroom. Ana let out a sigh of relief, then looked back up. It was almost like her tits were quivering from the experience. She had no idea that the effects would be so...dramatic on her chest. She could only imagine how big she would get with one dose. She giggled and placed the bottle aside in her cubby. It would be useful for later when she made her refill. The time for that, however, was tomorrow. For now, she was focused on sleeping, so she could see the fruits of her labor blossom overnight.

Ana threw on a nightshirt, loose on her wide frame, then sauntered back over to the bed, curling next Isaac, whose hands immediately drifted to her behind. Again, she had to suppress her giggles as he clenched into her cheeks subconsciously.

'Its all for you babe' Ana thought as she drifted to sleep, her tits still burning with pleasure. 'All for you...'

DAY 3

I awoke to see Ana sleeping next to me, for once. Her day off from college was a day I hoped she would sleep in. I looked over and noticed something...off, almost immediately. Her chest. It looked...unusually tight in the nightshirt of hers.

'No, it couldn't be'. I shook off the thought. 'Just...optical illusions, just waking up and all that...' I rose from the bed, making sure not to disturb Ana, then stepped into the restroom, starting the daily routine. Meanwhile, I heard Ana stir from her slumber as I brushed my teeth. I looked over, spat out, and rinsed.

“Morning sunshine.” I called over to her playfully. I watched her as she looked down at her chest. I saw her gaze at them for a moment before putting on a wide grin, then her eyes darted to me, and the grin faded to a more welcoming bright smile.

“Morning!” She leapt from the bed, gaining her footing, then stepped out into the living room, most likely heading for the kitchen.

“Ah ah ah!” I called out, wiping my mouth with a hand towel and dashing out to the living room. I saw her making her way to the fridge, and managed to grab her by her midsection and drag her back playfully away from it. “Get over here you!” She laughed and wiggled her body as I pulled her away, and we swiveled about until we collapsed upon the couch. I felt her plush butt bounce softly against my crotch, and I could feel her boobs resting against my arms. They felt softer...fuller...bigger? No...no that wasn't possible! Her ass could get bigger, but...her breasts? That couldn't happen...right? Was she getting plastic surgery? No, they were normal last night, I was sure of it.

I played off these feelings with a kiss to her cheek, setting her aside before standing to head to the kitchen.

“My turn, alright?” I told her, and she laughed again.

“Fine. Just don't burn the house down!” She teased.

“C'mon now, I'm not THAT bad of a cook.” I jabbed back, pulling out some eggs and flour, as well as a few pieces of bread. “French toast is my specialty, you know that.” We pulled tongues at each other for the rest of the day. Having her at home, away from college, was always a great treat, and broke the monotony of a regular day. We sat on the couch and talked, watched videos, played video games with (and against) each other.

My mind kept wandering, however, to her chest. Throughout the day I kept sneaking glances over to it, again and again. Could it really be bigger? Just like her ass...which I knew was larger, it just had to be. I couldn't help but second guess myself. Women don't just sprout boobs at the age of 22. Do they? I mean, I guess late puberty is a thing, but still...could that be happening to Ana?

Questions riddled my brain and I knew not to do with them. So I ignored them, and pushed them out of mind.

THAT EVENING...

Ana set up her preparations. She didn't think she would need to make more lotion so soon, but here she was, a whole bottle empty. To be fair, it wasn't a very large bottle. An average sized lotion squirt bottle, nothing more, nothing less. But now she had to mix herself a new batch, which had to be EXTREMELY specific, to avoid harsh side effects.

She brought the various chemicals and herbs together. It was of synthetic and natural substances that somehow all combined into a rapid cell multiplier, just by soaking into the skin. She began putting in the ingredients, one at a time, in a bowl in the bathroom sink. With the door locked, she knew she had nothing to worry about.

At least she thought she had locked the door.

“Hey babe, have you seen my-” Isaac abruptly opened the bathroom door, much to Ana's surprise. She flipped around, gloves still on, with wide eyes. She managed to collect her composure.

“Goddamn Isaac, you scared me.” She sighed, putting a hand to her swollen chest.

“Sorry about that babe.” He arched an eyebrow. “What are you up to in here? With the gloves and such...?” Ana tried her best to keep face.

“Oh, just, trying out a little makeup project. I looked up some how to's online and figured I might try them out...” Ana said with a chuckle. Her large caboose, which she still wasn't used to, rubbed against the sink, silently knocking a few extra herbs into the mix. As soon as they hit the rest of the concoction, they disintegrated into nothing...

“Huh. Well, don't think you have to go too far babe...ah!” Isaac stepped over and grabbed a brush from the top of the toilet. “There it is. Anyways, I don't really think you need makeup at all, but if you wanna try something new, I won't stop you...” He bent over and kissed her on the top of the head before walking out and shutting the door behind him.

Ana let out a sigh of relief, and a smile. He was so sweet. It made her more than happy to fulfill his dreams and fantasies. To make them come true by the day. Perhaps...she should let him have some fun too? Soon, she thought. Soon he will know. But for now, teasing him was much too fun.

She finished the mixture by mixing it, adding a few more chemicals here and there, until it was finally the correct color and consistency. She tipped the bowl into the bottle, making sure not a drop of the homemade lotion was wasted. Before she left to bed, she squirted some into her hands and began rubbing, then tossed on her night shirt when it was all mixed in. She let out coos and sighs as she rubbed. She gave them a good squeeze before walking out.

“Ooh...these feel better every day...” Ana noted, noticing her sudden rise in sensitivity. And horniness. But she was holding back for a reason. Soon she would make her man happy. But for now, she had to grow. Just a little bit more, and she'd finally be perfect for him.

DAY 4

Overnight, the lotion worked its magic. It seeped into her cells and told them to multiply. Grow. Make her bigger, make her massive. Expand, stretch out every article of clothing that she possibly had. Crank it into overdrive, asap! Ana had no idea about the extra herbs, and how they made the formula so unbalanced that it would result in one of the biggest growth spurts in her life. The sound of fabric stretching and creaking as her breasts gradually puffed up inch by inch rung throughout the room, Isaac none the wiser.

The morning finally broke. Ana's eyes flitted open slowly, the sleep leaving her by the second. She lifted herself up, stretched her arms, and yawned, but not before collapsing back down from the massive weight on her chest. She looked down. And was greeted with nearly half a foot of cleavage.

“Holy SHIT!” Her hands smacked against her mouth. Isaac was still sound asleep, and she didn't want to wake him. Her shirt was stretched to the max, its young days of a loose-fitting top no longer relavent. Ana crawled out of bed and made wobbly steps to the bathroom. There, she saw them.

Bowling balls. Ana had bowling balls for boobs. Not literally, of course, but that was the only object she could compare them to. She stared at them, mouth agape, completely taken aback by this turn of her events. Something had gone horribly...horribly wrong. The lotion worked way too well, way too fast. Already she was this size, which overshot her goal of E cups by a mile! She started to panic. What would he think now? It was obvious now that she had made enhancements to her figure. Then again, its not like she wanted to keep it a secret forever...but this much at once?

Just then, she thought she saw them twitch.

One of her eyebrows arched up. She leaned in to the bathroom mirror, closely observing her breasts. Large, perky, almost perfectly spherical boobs hung from her chest. No, these weren't boobs. These were tits. If tits was in the dictionary, this would be the example image. She brought her hands gently up to them and cupped their soft forms lightly. Squishy. That's all she could think of. They didn't feel as pleasurable as they did when she applied the lotion, but there was still a mild buzz in them.

That mild buzz soon skyrocketed to a mighty roar. Ana covered her mouth once again as an orgasm ripped through her whole body, her boobs puffing up. And up. And up. They had graduated to the size of basketballs before stopping once again. A small “shriip” was heard as her shirt gave weigh, the collar now a v-neck, showcasing the wondrous cleavage that she now had to display.

“Oh no...” Ana muttered. She fucked up. She fucked up BIG time. But how? She could have sworn she did everything perfectly correct. And yet, they were still growing, right in front of her eyes, like party balloons! Ana shook her head and faced the bathroom door. She had heard a sort of stirring from beyond it. Isaac was awake. She was sure of it. She had to face him eventually.

'Wait until he gets a load of this', Ana thought with a slight smirk. She looked back down with the mischievous thoughts getting mixed with worry. What would he think? Would he love them? Or would he be terrified of his girlfriend growing giga-tits overnight?

All she could do was reach for the handle and open the door...

I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and looked over at the bathroom door as the handle creaked. Ah, Ana must already be awake. I scooted over to the side of the bed and lifted myself to my feet, walking to the door.

“Morning sexy.” I called out to her. Silence. I moved closer to the door. “Ana? You alright?” I asked. I awaited a response. Silence cut through the air once again, the only sound was the birds chirping out of our window. “Ana...?”

The door opened a crack, and I could see one of her eyes and a sliver of her face through the opening.

“Ok...so...you have to promise me something.” She said, a look of worry clear from her eye. I nodded, confused, but trusting.

“O...kay...what is it?” I responded, still not entirely sure what was happening.

“Just...don't freak out, ok?” She asked me. I was hesitant.

“Is something wron-”

“Promise me!” She almost screamed it. I stepped back a bit from the ferocity of her words.

“Promise, promise!” Ana nodded. The door opened slowly, and soon, I could see what she meant.

My girlfriend, the one I had known and loved for her for so long, now had tits the size of sport balls. I nearly passed out. I stared, entranced by their sheer size. Her shirt lifted up so far that I could see the very bottoms of her breasts. They were soft and smooth looking. No stretch marks. What happened...were they real? The engorged nipples that sprang through the fabric said yes, you dolt, of course they are!

“A...Ana...wh...what?” Ana stepped out from the bathroom door frame, taking me to the bed with a shaky gait.

“Ok...I need to explain now...” She muttered as we sat. I watched as her breasts flopped upwards and down as she collapsed onto the bed. They smacked her chin, then her lap, then back to her chin. They were mesmerizing...

She snapped her fingers and pointed to her face.

“Up here!” She smiled. This calmed me down. Her smile always did that.

“Ok...go on. Explain.” I said, gesturing to her now titanic mammary glands.

“Well...when you told me you liked...bigger features on a woman...”

“Oh God Ana, you didn't actually-” I started, but she cut me off.

“I did it for me too, ok?” Ana breathed in deep, and I watched her chest rise like dough, then fall back down with her exhale. “To me, there was nothing sexier than fulfilling your deepest desire. Even if it meant...you know...growing for your pleasure.” Her cheeks turned pink as she said it.

“Babe...” I muttered, soaking in the situation. She did it for me...and herself? She made her tits as big as basketballs just so she could fulfill both my and her own fantasies? “...thank you.” I said, rubbing her shoulder. “I know its for more than just me but...thank you Ana...” She smiled, her eyes glossing with tears, then outstretched her arms around me in a warm, soft hug. Her breasts consumed my arm and squeezed it tight.

“So there's still one problem...” Ana said as she pulled away from me.

“What would that be?” I asked. Just then I saw her breasts wobble. They shook, jiggled, their forms looking like a jello mold in an earthquake.

Then...suddenly...

BWOOMPH!

They shot outwards, her shirt bursting off as they suddenly reached medicine ball territory. They sank to her lap with a soft “slap”, and she let out a loud moan in response. While this worried me, I'd be lying if I didn't say it was incredibly hot.

“Well...I need to make a counter-serum now...can I get some help with that...?” I stared, then nodded.

“Of...of course...but are you...?” I trailed off, keeping my hopes to myself. But Ana read them right out of my head, and giggled.

“Every bit of this I am keeping, don't worry. I hope you're ready to give me a hand, big guy.” She winked, and we both laughed. I helped her stand and we headed into the bathroom, hoping to make something that would stop the growth.

We did eventually. A few more inches were added while we mixed everything up, but her tits rested at the very top of her thighs. They were some of the biggest I had ever seen. The word “curvy” didn't even apply. Something could describe them. But not I word I could think of.

She lived her life normally enough. She had more attention from guys, sure, but her tits were a reminder of me now, oddly enough. Of the lengths she went to to make me happy. I couldn't thank her enough, and I did everything I could to pay her back in full, even if she said it wasn't necessary. Body alterations. My girlfriend altered her whole body to appease my fantasies. If that wasn't love, I don't know what is.

A few months passed. Her breasts were now beginning to feel completely normal, but that wasn't to say they weren't still the sexiest thing I had ever seen, felt, or played around with in my whole life.

Eventually, I found the bottle of lotion she had been using, trying to keep it a secret. My mind raced on what I could do with it.

Maybe a bit of fun tonight, perhaps?

THE END