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Willow is 296cm tall and weighs 271 kg.

Willow leaned down, a chasm of cleavage presenting itself to her  sister's boyfriend. "Hey, does this shirt still fit ?" She asked, doing  her best to suppress a smirk.

Her sister had always been the curvy one. The pretty one. The one that  got all the guys and snatched away and fleeting attention Willow could  have. That is, until she took part in that scientific trial.

They'd been looking for ladies who wanted some extra curves. With a 28A  cup, Willow easily fell into the demographic they were looking for.

But it turns out some region specific mutation in her genetics had sent  the treatment haywire. In a good way.   Jason turned to look at her and his expression stuttered. Shock melted  into a stunned silence. Willow pouted and weaved her arm beneath the  melon dwarfing swells on her chest.

"The clinic brought me new clothes  because they keep growing but, God, they just can't keep up !" She  pouted, boosting the milky ocean of flesh up and towards his face.  She was having a lot of fun turning the tables on her bitch sister.

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