Juri

Juri from Street Fighter.

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Juri laughed as she felt the changes start and her outfit began to strain around her. Her ankles showed through as she grew taller, her curves following suit, pulling her clothing tight around her body. Juri’s white sweatpants groaned and stretched, filled with her thickening ass and thighs, both competing to pack on muscle and squishy fat.

Her black and bright pink top split in two as her bust exploded in size, going from nearly flat-chested to two head-sized tits gushing milk in seconds. Juri pulled her gloves off and hastily undid her belt as she reveled in the growth, still laughing devilishly. She kept on growing taller, and by now her calves were half-exposed as she surpassed six feet tall. Tearing her pants off–they were going to be destroyed anyway–Juri slowly bounced on her heels, watching her inflating curves bounce suggestively.

“A great way to distract opponents,” she plotted, hefting her tits in her arms as milk ran down the slopes. They were almost arm-fuls at this point, and Juri couldn’t be more excited about her developments. Turning to watch her fat ass jiggle with every movement she made, Juri finally kicked off her shoes before her feet burst out of them.

Curious, Juri slowly worked through a few kicks, interested in seeing what her growing body looked like doing them now. She’d have to adjust to the exceptional new weight on either end of her, but she figured the aerial trails of milk were a nice touch. Coming to a rest, Juri held a tit in either hand, feeling the squishy weight curve around and between her fingers. One hand traveled to her booty and felt the same thing as it sunk into the pliant flesh. Letting both breasts out of her grasp, it was plainly obvious that her torso was hidden behind them; only the outer curves of her ass could be seen behind the behemoths of tits.

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