Stephanie screamed. The towel she had around her body barely contained the huge breasts held within, and threatened to let go at the outburst. Her long brown hair was wet, and her skin glistened with water. All this was lost, however, on the panicked Jon, standing with his finger on the big red button.
"What the hell, Karyn? Why's she screaming?" Jon's voice cracked with stress.
"Uh, because there's a boy in the girl's changing room, dickwad!" yelled Stephanie, worried about how much this boy had seen of her as she stood there dripping wet. "You'd better get out of here, asshole. You're in big trouble!"
Karyn, laughing, grabbed Jon by the arm and quickly pulled him outside.
"I guess that serves us right," Karyn said between guffaws.
"What do you mean 'us'? I'm the one who's gonna get it!"
"Oh, don't worry about that," Karyn smiled, pulling Jon in for a one armed hug, "We've got just the solution for any trouble that comes your way. That button is awesome!"
A smile broke through Jon's worried face as he remembered the transformation of the former "stud" into the vision of beauty now drying off in the girl's changing room.
"Yeah, awesome," he muttered, smile growing bigger. The concept of the power they now had began to sink in.
"Karyn," he said through his even bigger smile, "Lets..."
