decisions

Shelly opens the door. She has a bathrobe wrapped around her, and she is clutching it to her now huge chest. "I don't know what's going on, but if fucking you can cure this...this..." she looked at her chest, "I guess I have ****."

I walked in. "So how do you want it: mouth, pussy, or ass?"

"I don't do anal!" she shot back haughtily.

"Anal, or I leave," I said, now knowing the best way to fuck her that would be bad for her, but great for me.

"Get the fuck out, pervert! I don't believe a chump like you is even behind this. What was I thinking?!" She flung the door open.

"Suit yourself." I left and drove to a nearby diner. I ordered a cup of coffee and opened the I-Bang app. "let's see. I know..." I used the app to plump up her lips a lot and swell her tongue. "That should shut her up," I said to myself. I also expanded her ass, but not her hips, so her ass stuck out back by several inches. I then gave her a bushy unibrow.

A text from Shelly came in: Stop! I'll let you do it! Just stop! PLEASE!

I texted back. Send me a selfie first.

A moment later, a photo of Shelly with the hilarious bush unibrow and huge lips came back. The look of fear, anger, and disgust on her face was priceless.