<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c3/Boobs1-540.jpg)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Michael</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">● Feminine figure: perky C+-cup breasts,<br/>    thin waist, bubble butt, slender hands,<br/>    long nails.<br/>● Wearing a pink apron.<br/>● Feeling humiliated.</span></span></div></div></div></div></td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 2pt;"><br/></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Chloe returns with clothes.  The pants would not be my first choice; they do feel tighter than I expected, given their size, and do little to conceal the bulge in front, but it's either them or the pink apron.  I reluctantly let Circe help me into a bra, pulling a sweatshirt over it, but then Circe mentions a bubble butt...<br/><br/>I look behind me and sure enough, my butt is huge, and the yoga emphasize it even more...  This is when I almost lose it.  I flop down on the couch, cradling my head in my arms, feeling like the whole universe has made it its personal goal to humiliate me in every possible way.  "Fuck," I sigh dejectedly.  "How much more humiliation am I going to suffer before this blasted book decides that enough is enough?"</span><br/>