“And over the loop and back again and… there!” Emily smiled with pride at her handiwork, tugging at the silk string she just tied to Tanya’s golden belly-button ring.
“You’re sure that’s secure?” Tanya asked hesitantly. She couldn’t see what her friend was doing. She couldn’t see over the curve of her beach-ball sized boobs at all, for that matter. She’d spent the last day bobbing against a hastily erected tarp-tent Emily erected outside her apartment, pondering her new condition.
