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In the sterile glow of the studio lights, Mura, a reporter in a crisp ivory blouse and somber dark skirt, prowled the halls, a predator resigned to her prey. Keri, the UFO witness, perched on a couch in the green room, a vision in a vivid pink top and casual shorts that hugged her curves.
Mura's heels clicked a sharp staccato on the linoleum, echoing her inner turmoil. She had to do this interview, her boss's words still ringing in her ears “It's this or your desk is cleared by noon.” She paused at the green room door, steeling herself as she took in Keri's incredible figure, her eyes zeroing in on Keri's most notable asset. “Come on, Mura,” she muttered, “you want that anchor job. You can do this. Just paste on a smile and ask the questions.”
Taking a deep breath, Mura swept into the room, a professional smile plastered on her face. “Tell me about the encounter,” she began. Keri's eyes took on a dreamy quality, her voice soft as she spun a tale of bright lights piercing the night, her body floating on unseen currents, a profound peace settling over her. She gestured to her substantial chest, “And when I woke up, I had these new... friends.”
Mura's eyes were drawn like magnets to Keri's bust. “They look so... big. And swollen. Do they... hurt?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Keri's smile was beatific, her hands caressing her breasts gently. “They feel incredible,” she murmured.
A close-up would have shown Mura's pupils dilating, her breath hitching slightly. “Would you ever consider a breast reduction?” Mura asked, her voice barely disguising her fascination. Keri's smile vanished, replaced by a frown. “Hey, they don’t like talk like that!” she pouted, her hands caressing her breasts as if to soothe them.
Mura's eyes were half-lidded, her mouth slightly open as she mumbled, “Well, they are the most beautiful boobs I’ve ever seen. I could, you know, massage them with lotion if you want…” She shook her head, pulling herself back from the brink.
But then, Keri's already substantial breasts began to expand, the pink fabric of her top stretching and popping under the strain. Mura was spellbound, her eyes locked onto the smooth, taut flesh, the prominent nipples. Her mouth made an involuntary suckling movement, her breath coming in heavier.
Mura could smell Keri now, a heady aroma of sweet flesh and musk, the scent of sex and wetness. Her own body began to change, her blouse tightening as her breasts swelled, her dark hair lightening to a golden blonde.
Mura's eyes were glazed with lust, her voice dreamy as she murmured, “Keri, my queen. Thank you. I love my new boobies. They’re so big, such perfect melons.” She cupped her own breasts, her thumbs brushing over the hard nipples poking through her blouse.
Leaning forward, Mura's lips closed around one of Keri's erect nipples, suckling gently. Keri stroked her hair, her voice a sultry purr. “You will make a wonderful servant, Mura. You will go out into the world and spread my blessings.”
Keri looked directly into the camera, her smile sexy and inviting. “Who is next?” she asked, her voice a sultry promise.
Keywords Mura, Keri Spectrum, Media Impact, Breast Expansion, Interview, Aliens, Inflation, Boobs Bouncing, Growth
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