Wanda wakes up.

Tom heard movement from the downstairs hallway, and soon the older of his two step-daughters shuffled out of her room. She wore a wrinkled band t-shirt that she probably had slept in, a pair of dark blue panties, and not much else. Her hair was a large mess of brown curls, framing an expression of displeasure. Her blue eyes were half lidded as she slowly made her way to the kitchen and groaned like she were the living dead.

"Hungover?" Tom asked of the party girl.

"Fuck off," she said in a growl, angry now at Tom as much as she was at existence. Tom realized this may be his best test subject.

"Want me to get you something to eat?" He asked. She nodded as she made her way to the living room. Tom knew he had to be quick. He poured her a glass of Jizz-erade to sip while he made her some toast. She took a sip.

"At least you're good for something," she mumbled before turning the TV to some YouTube drama channel.

"Ditching class?" He asked. She grumbled into her glass of protein-enhanced electrolytes.

"I can do what I want," she said to him. "Toast. Cream cheese."

He bit back his reply and went to the kitchen, where she wouldn't see Tom stacking the deck for his little experiment. He imagined the 22 year old begging to suck his cock just like Ashleigh had, of face fucking the rude little bitch. She lived in his house, how dare she treat him like a butler. Maybe she'd make a better maid, a big titted maid. She could get her degree, have a day job, then come back and clean the house and be his slutty bimbo housekeeper. The thought shot him over the edge and he came into a bowl he grabbed off the counter. He mixed the hot, spite fueled spooge with a scoop of cream cheese, creating something that looked and acted like whipped cream cheese at least. He spread it onto her two slices of toast and brought it to her.

"Oh, it's sweet," she said as she tasted the Philadelphia Style Man Cream Cheese. She went back for another bite and Tom watched. He acted like he was just playing on his phone, but he kept an eye on her as she ate and watched her video. There was no mistaking it - it was changing her. Wanda's shirt got tighter as she digested her meal that had at least a load and a quarter in it. Her breasts grew at least a good two sizes, and she adjusted her posture as they did. Her demeanor shifted from grumpy to happy. Her lips became a little plumper, and her hips and ass grew slightly. If he wasn't watching it himself, he wouldn't believe it.

He watched Wanda pull out her phone and giggle the same sort of giggle that Carrie and Ashleigh had in their interactions since they had eaten his all-natural slut syrup.

"Tooooooom," Wanda called out from the living room. He went out to check on her.

"What's up Wanda?" He asked her.

"Thank you for breakfast. I'm sorry I was so grumpy when I woke up." If the breast expansion didn't prove he had magical sperm, those words did. Wanda would never apologize for anything. "I was too mean to you Daddy. How should I make it up to you?"