Gyrus proceeded to help her up. "It's fine, you don't need to lie down. Just stand there, and tilt your head up as if looking up, but close your eyes."<br/><br/>Her arm stretched slightly when he helped her up, so the potion was working, but he gave it another ten seconds before he prodded her mid-riff. The flesh squished, and slowly returned to normal, and he knew she was ready. Actually, one last test. "Don't worry, this won't hurt a bit."<br/><br/>He stood in front of her, hands out and claws extended, and held them over her breasts, one hand over each. He paused for a heartbeat, looking right at her, clearly wordlessly checking that she was fine with this. With no demurral from her, he placed his hands on them, cupping them. She could feel them squishing against the flesh of his paw pads. Then he grasped them more tightly, claws digging painlessly into them, and twisted while pulling. She felt, as well as saw her two magnificent mounds stretch and narrow at their bases, necking, before before being pulled away entirely, like pieces of dough being pulled off the main piece.<br/><br/>"Sometimes it does you good to get things off your chest." Gyrus said, chuckling. He squeezed them gently a few times, before juggling them for a couple of circles, and Zemma could feel the whole thing, down to the gentle slaps as the tits landed in his palms. Finally, he put one up to his beak, and his tongue flicked out, caressing the only part that was rock hard, the nipple. "It would probably be bad taste to make a 'Got Milk?' joke, wouldn't it?"<br/><br/>Finally, he put them back on, and they stuck rejoining her chest seamelessly, in a way a fur covered piece of flesh shouldn't. It took a few seconds for her to realise that he'd put them back on the other way around. Gyrus paused with one hand under his chin. "I think they look better that way."