"They are bigger," Tiberius insisted, though the difference wasn't as evident to his eyes as he had expected it to be. He bit his lower lip, then reached forward and placed both hands on her breasts. It wasn't that he was doubting himself — he knew they were bigger — but the sight of them alone was not, he realized, convincing. (Not that Antigone needed to be convinced, since she must have done this to herself, even if she wouldn't admit to it).

"They're — heavier, anyway," he said as he groped them. "Like — denser. What did you do to them?"