"Turn Bronya into a big fat pig!"
"Damn it! Don't even think about it!"
The two tangled together again and began rolling around on the rug.
No one knew how long passed before the utterly spent Bronya and Silver Wolf finally quieted down.
Bronya's long silver-gray hair spilled over her bare back. Her tiny body looked as white as a porcelain doll beneath the blue light of the screen as she knelt on the carpet, her hands clenched into little fists atop her knees.
Silver Wolf was not doing much better.
She lay flat on her back on the carpet, with nothing left covering her body. Sprawled out across from Bronya, her chest rose and fell heavily. One leg was bent, while the other stretched straight out.
The two panted as they stared at each other.
Their clothes lay scattered around the carpet.
After a long while, Bronya lowered her head to look at her now completely flat chest, then at the softness before Silver Wolf's chest—equally somewhat disappointing, but at least a little bigger than her own. A thin sheen of tears welled up in her silver-gray eyes.
"Bronya worked so hard to grow them..."
"Don't make it sound so pitiful." Silver Wolf rolled her eyes. "I'll change you back. The effect only lasts—"
A cough rang out.
A very soft cough.
It came from the direction of the sofa.
Both of them froze.
The two girls on the carpet slowly turned their heads at the same time.
On the living room sofa, in the shadows untouched by the blue light, a figure sat with his legs crossed.
One hand supported his chin, while the fingers of the other lightly tapped out a rhythm on his knee.
Jiang Lianqiu.
No one knew when he had sat down there.
"Good