The new busty head cheer leader struts up to you. Her shirt looks like it is about to burst from the mammoth breasts which are pushing against and stretching the fabric. Wendy has the look of confidence that the now flat chested Taylor had. You look at the now short Taylor in the corner who appears to be sobbing after being told off by Wendy.
"Hi" Wendy says again. "Yeah, right, you can stop looking at my breasts now my face is up here," she says with a pissed off look on her face. "Now just as I warned little miss Taylor here you are not her personal slave, let me correct that, you are in fact my personal slave..."
You are horrified. Not only has the extra confidence gone to Wendy but the extra arrogance that obviously is a byproduct of it.
"Oh yeah and by the way how about you drop by my house tonight," Wendy adds. You think that this is going to be good.
"Really, you want me to pay you a visit tonight?" you say hopefully.
"Yes i do.. in fact I have a whole pile of homework i want you to pick up. I mean I could do it all my self if I wanted to. I'm not dumb or anything, being Asian and all... but...." says the Asian Head Cheerleader.
"I am thinking with this body.. Chris Johansen might ask me out after school," says the busty Wendy while running her hands over her body.
Again Wendy's fascination for tall basketball players is further enhanced.
"And how am I supposed to have time to do homework when I could be spending quality time with Chris.. If you know what I mean," says Wendy hinting winking at you. |