"What's wrong, honey?" the woman said, Dave's face coming quickly into line with the woman's breasts. He could see her low-cut top start to rise and reform, going from a deep V-neck to a much higher crew neck.
"Umm..." he stumbled, looking down and watching the woman's skirt starting to grow longer, beginning to cover up a set of increasingly muscular-looking legs. Dave looked back up again...and up, feeling tiny compared to this giant of a woman. He saw her eyes looking down at him...but not at his face, a bit lower. He'd admired breasts before this happened...but was uncomfortable to suddenly be on the receiving end. "You don't see...anything wrong?" Dave blurted out.
"No, everything looks all right from here," she said, eyes still down his top.
Dave made a frustrated noise. "Seriously?" He said, his voice raising a bit higher than it had already gone up.
"Don't get your panties in a bunch...How about a photo?"
"What?" Dave said, utterly confused and bewildered. But before he knew it, he and the former Ice Girl, who was dressed in a way that reminded him of how he'd been dressed before this, was framing him in a selfie.
"Smile," she said, wrapping an arm around his slender waist with a large forearm. She snapped the photo and showed it to him.
Reality slowly sank into Dave's mind as he looked at it. He was a family man with kids...and now he looked like a twenty-something toned large breasted...still man, posing like a deer caught in headlights with a large woman. This wasn't getting any better...if anything, it was getting worse.
"Thanks, doll," she said, and started to walk away.
