Having been dosed twice already, she was familiar with the drug's tricks and was sure she could beat it. She began to feel her boobs' overwhelming nee... to grow, but she didn't give in to the temptation and fought the sensation with all her might. She clutched her hands to her chest and pressed until her large, bouncy boobies hurt from the pressure. The potion took that opportunity to switch its attention to her hips, but she met its advances there too, holding her hips in as a visual metaphor. "OK, John," she says as she writes the results onto your chart. "Hop back onto the table and I'll get your blood pressure." You try not to stare at any one feature of hers for more than a few seconds as she gets the equipment. "She really has a stunning body." you think to yourself as she bends down to get the equipment out of a drawer. She's dressed conservativly, but not so much as you can't make out her gorgeous frame. She has on a snug olive green skirt that stops just over her knees and. After sometime I asked if she would need some money, she asked for 400 bucks. I readily gave it to her asking her not to tell anybody. She was very happy. As she left the house and went outside to close the front gate to leave, she gave a couple of glances back to me smiling. I took my chance, and as she was closing the outside gate, I called her. Immediately she came back. As she came back and came inside, I closed the door of our drawing room and at point blank told her that I like her. Would. It was entirely innocent until one hot afternoon when it all changed; I came to Grandma’s house later than usual because my mom had given some last minute chores for me to do. I came in and dropped off my stuff in the guest room that Grandma had let me sleep in during the nights. I shouted out for Grandma but no response came. Walking to the other side of the house, I walked into her room and found Grandma in bed sleeping; the bed sheets only covered half her body as she slept on her side.