“Well hell,” she replied, “Why didn’t you ever say anything?”“I couldn’t,” I replied. “You were always spoken for.”Amy took a gulp...from her drink glass and then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. That was pure Amy. “No-napkin-Amy,” I had once nicknamed her.“Well,” Amy replied, “I had a crush on you as well, and just used the guys to try and deal with my insecurities.”“Don’t bull shit the bull-shitter-in-chief,” I argued back.“No, really,” Amy replied. “I was a bitch to you on so many. I knew what time the wife finished and how long it would take her to come home so I ran her a bath and lit some candles for her and as she walked in I told her to strip she looked at me and said "babe I just got in I don't want sex now please let me sit" I said "no baby come with me and see" I took her upstairs and showed her I ran her the bath and she smiled and started to strip down and she climbed in and I heard her moan as she relaxed.after about 30 mins the wife come down in just her. He ripped open the letter, thinking, This better be good. #There was an electric jolt that he put down to static shock,then the medallion began to warm his hand. He stared at it,dumbfounded. This was just bizarre. And he was in no mood either, but it was interesting, fake, of course, by the feel of it. How could Marissa think it was anything of value?It wasn't plastic, but it wasn't stone or metal or woodeither. He couldn't quite identify it. One side was worn. That'll teach him, she thought, encouraging her petite frame to succumb to the sinister effects as quickly as possible. Fueled by Michelle's anger and emboldened by her eager acceptance of her transformation, the potion began its fiendish work.She thrust her chest out in triumph as her tits finally began to expand, and removed her bra so that her erect nipples could fully stand out against the thin fabric of her loose t-shirt as her growing boobs began to press against it. The heavy dose of.