More and more were pumped onto me as my small B cups grew larger and larger. The weight on my chest was easy several times more than before but they f...nally stopped.The printer for clothes had also just finished. I was once again raised up into the air as multiple arms came to life and began dressing me in the outfit needed for this order. First a cute pair of pink lace panties, then some knee-high socks. A matching bra which I would assume would be extremely difficult to find in this size was. Nice tofinally meet you." I took her hand and shook it like a proper lady would."You looked simply breathtaking my dear, much better than me in thisgown." I blushed again, god I hate this blushing thing I do. I wasactually pleased with the comment. I was really beautiful even though Iwas a guy.....once. "Here, let's go inside to the den, it's much morecomfortable in there." She took my hand and led me into the house and tothe den. She set down her champagne on the table and told me to. Like, it really fits my plan." Want to hear a strategy?" If it doesn't cost anything," she chuckled with raised eyebrows."Only your eternal gratitude if it works. Call him. Tell him you're in a decision squeeze. You have to make up your mind. You want his job, but money is an issue, and then be quiet. Let him talk next. Just wait. He will then wonder about his competition. He will ask your best offer. Add $5000 to your base request, then say, 'I need something in the x range.'" God, that's more. It was raining. A girl, 18 year old Nela, walked through the streets. Alone. Her hair wet from the rain, the cowl of her hoodie jacket pulled deep into her face and her headphones playing music while she was walking home. She just came back from an evening with her friends, where they watched horror movies (since Halloween came closer) and played video game the whole evening. She stopped at the front door of the apartment building, where she left with her father Michael Murawski and her mother.