A busty college slut

The light faded, and where Mrs. Christie had once stood now swayed a sun-kissed blonde looking like Sydney Sweeney with wide, innocent blue eyes and a body that defied gravity. Her Lululemon sports bra struggled to contain her new DD chest, the fabric straining with each breath. Short athletic shorts hugged her thick thighs, and her plump lips glistened with gloss as she smiled dopily at Eric.

"Omigod, hi Eric!" she chirped, twirling a strand of golden hair around her finger. "Sorry to, like, bother you..."

Eric’s head throbbed as new memories slotted into place:

Casey from 3B. The party girl. The one who’d allegedly let the entire basketball team run a train on her after last semester’s finals. The girl whose moans he’d definitely never heard through the walls before- until now.

"-so anyway," Casey continued, bouncing slightly on her toes (making certain things bounce much more), "I’m having this huge party tonight? And I totally invited, like, half the basketball team, so it might get kinda loud?" She giggled, the sound high and airy. "Oops."

Eric smirked. "No problem."

Casey’s eyes lit up. "Yay! You and Lauren should totally come! We’ll have Jell-O shots and everything." She leaned in, her cleavage threatening to spill free. "Maybe even body shots, if you’re lucky." She winked.

Eric’s grip on the gun tightened. This might be the best thing I’ve ever done. I've replaced that old hag with something actually worthwhile.

"Wouldn’t miss it," he said.

Casey beamed, then turned to leave- but not without an exaggerated sway of her hips. "Can’t wait to see you there," she called over her shoulder, her voice dripping with promise.

Eric shut the door, exhaling sharply. The gun hummed in his hand, warm and eager.

Now… who else needs an upgrade?