Humongo tits with Waltz attached

"Oh boys, please... Don't lie to yourselves! I know exactly what you want, plus I know exactly how to fulfill it!" came the sudden reply.

Martin cheers with another puff, then fear in eyes, “B-bro, you didn’t tell me crib is haunted!”

You roll your eyes, “Dude, your drunk, it’s just the show”, then take a sip before realizing not, you scramble to the door but she’s already inside. Pulling your pants up, blushing, you whine, “Can’t you ring-”, but stop with mouth drop open, not from face to face with a smoking hot babe in a golden bathing suit seductively showing off massive tits each larger than both your heads combined, but from crazy Deja Vu! “H-how many times are you going to do this old man?

(The Woman in question when he first saw her being seductive with him...)

The ‘walking tits with a woman attached-to them’ stops and throws her hands up in an exaggerated shrug, deliberately to get as much jiggle out of her ass and tits, scoffing, “For one, here I am making revolutionary inventions and you stoneheads can’t even get your door bell fixed (or lock the door for that matter), and two, I’m not that old! What if I tell you this is my original form, which I personally gave birth to you the very year I figured out how to enhance these assets, so you should thank these love magnet for you being here!”, *she says gesturing to her monster tits, then adds, “-which makes me… no older than 38. Hardly old. Hmph!”

“Ha, as if”, you scoff nervously, unsure if he’s telling the truth. To be honest, he’s been shapeshifting as long as you remember. “Speaking of ‘that’, who’re you going to trick this time?”

Her face lights up and gleefully announces while she fumbles a vial hidden between her valley of a cleavage, “Uh, correction: who YOU’RE going to be tricking this time. This form is just needed to the final ingredient that needed to be served fresh” You’re normally use to her shenanigans but couldn’t help but blush as she then proceeds free a nipple from her bikini momentarily and squirts milk into the vial, changing the original half full with green liquid to a full vial of tan liquid. “Here, I need you to slip this into Marty’s drink, shisha, or whatever. I, the great Waltzing Waltz, would but he would insist on more of my… Medical prescriptions as usual but I’m pretty strapped, with the only straps left holding up these bazoongas. I’m very busy, but I might have time to bring back a few beer packs to celebrate the results if you get him to drink it in time.” And with that, Waltz turns to jog off, her tits jiggling and flying everywhere as usual.

You peer through the thick tan liquid in the vial, tempted to drink. Most experiments seem to either get Martin fly as a kite or act as steroids. Before you could sip, you nearly drop it from a shiver down the spine, almost like you knew something bad would happen if you did… You...