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Amanda crawled onto the bed and sat on her knees in front of you, innocently browsing on her phone (as one casually changes into fishnet body stockings to do)- in vain. All your reservoir of passion was aching exclusively for a volume of mass beyond her eager figure. Your love her for her character, with and heart, instead of her curves- a department where she was disappointingly undeveloped. 

As you read your book, you noticed her breathing change. Unsure if she was getting frustrated at your disinterest, or aroused at her own efforts.. until you felt through the bed that she was gently flexing her hips, in rhythm with heavier breathing. She continued, rocking the bed more with each undulation- until a gentle creak joined in harmony with her activity-

But - you never had a creaky bed, you've performed many a romantic maneuver from many angles, and your bed had never made a peep. Looking over the lip of your book, you saw her obviously grinding, but in a oddly wide stance... No.. she wasn't sitting wider- but she was taking up more space. Her bodystocking was taught, pressed against her skin like strung ham- perilously squeezing her rear into a rhythmically shaking ball of flesh. Before, her pert butt would never cause a second glance, but now there was enough flesh to carry a wave of momentum through its volume, slightly out of sync with her hips- sloshing like a bound water balloon.

In awe, you finally recognized that she was swelling through all of this. The strings dug deeper into her soft flesh, restricting the wavelike sloshing as they bound her tighter with each thrust. Then, with a loud tear, the two straining globes erupted downwards, through a new hole in the hosiery. You could see, now they weren't deformed by their confines, each was easily as large as an exercise ball, from which equally thick, straining thighs sprout forward. 

Your book, suddenly was incredibly uninteresting- and you almost forgot to save your place in your eagerness to explore her. Your energy was mirrored, as she backed into you, reveling in how little your small, groping frame felt against her new mass. She turned, striking you in awe with the volume of her thighs, each thicker than you could reach around, as straddled on top of you. It was time for the rhythm to continue.