How about an upgrade? Let's give her Triple Ds.

You get the overwhelming urge to give her a little something extra, so you write three neat Ds next to her name. They meld together into a single letter 'F' and turn red. The 'D' next to her name fades to a black color.

You tuck away the notebook behind you, you feel like you should keep it close-- along with a simple black pen.

Does this mean it worked? You're not sure, but the notebook did something. You take a deep calming breath and step through your front door and to the door across the hall. You knock and try to keep you composure.

Shannon flings the door open with her usual prickly countenance, but instead of her usual sweater she's wearing a white t-shirt and no bra.

Her tits jiggle gently under the exertion of opening the door quickly, and take a moment to fall still. Thick erect nipples poke out through the fabric and you can't do anything but stare-- mouth agape.

-for some reason, Shannon is now a DDD, or an F. That shows up as a 6 on the score--

Shannon realized her mistake quickly and folds her arms across her chest, but it only mashes them together appealingly under her arms, making a beautiful show of cleavage.

You go rock hard and you're keenly aware discomfort of your cock against your boxers. Thankfully, Shannon is too predisposed to notice your condition.

"What do you want?" she says.

"Uh... I..." The words feel like they're dribbling out your ears. It's hard to think straight.