You see the fire in Mikki's eyes flicker, as she struggles with the sheer weight of her bust. A quick glance at her details confirms she still has that 160 IQ, but now it's balanced against her libido which is just as exotic.
Watching your former son, now your current daughter causes a few confusing emotions, flashbacks to student experimentation. Mikki sits on the edge of the bed, before slumping backwards. Her massive bust almost big enough to pin her down sloshes around, like a buoy on a rough sea.
Her legs rise up, and press against her abundant bust. You see that's she's lost in a haze of sexual tension, ready for any man. You also spot that her bust is still developing. Being pressed ever harder, a nudge from the back of her hands and the supple thighs do nothing to slow the growth, instead forcing her bust ever nearer her chin.
Mikki will never be an athlete, the imagined sight of her jogging enough to bring a smile to your face. That shimmying bust would either deliver two black eyes, or heave her off her feet to land in a sprawling, splayed mess.
The thoughts of teaching Michael a lesson, feel like a secondary goal and dropping in significance with every moment. Mikki however, might have earned her chance to take his place.
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