Translations:Codex: BXBI: I/41/en

Tess pressed her chest against Chris. Her breasts gave way, but they weren’t soft. They squeezed, but they kept their shape. Though they flattened against his chest, pressure from inside kept them rounded as they grew. These weren’t his girlfriend’s breasts, but they were ideal fake tits. They’d really pop in a bikini, or a tank top, or strapless dress. As thoughts thoughts crossed his mind, Chris felt embarrassed and excited in equal measure.