‘Mister Big…Erica has accepted the deal!’ Stupid game show. ***** ‘Back so soon, babe?’ said Roadkill, the only tech I didn’t want to do s...omething really bad to. I plopped down at his workstation, obviously not happy. ‘Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m back. Just do whatever you have to do. Grrrrrrrr.’ I had already gotten the extra cup size, and I really doubted I could feel any more bimboey. My hugely swelled boobs were pressed together and barely contained in a spandex top. Roadkill just chuckled,. When they looked back at each other, they grinned, both sharing the same feeling of overwhelming confidence, and their senses tingled as though suddenly brought to life for the first time.Jade looked at the Latina curiously and asked, “How are you going to tap into this sudden burst of energy?”Calara grinned at her excitedly and said, “I feel like I’ve been missing something with the Dragon March traitors. I’ll go and see what I can dig up!”Looking pleased for her friend, Jade nodded. I looked at her and the poor women was a mess as she’d obviously been wearing some form of mascara and it had become streaky down her face. I said to her you are some kind of little bitch aren't you and she just got faster and harder. I lent down and pulled her nipple and it was like a tiny little bolt it was so hard I couldn’t change the shape of it from pinching, now I’m a massive boob/nipple man (I don’t like huge boobs or nipples, I like them massively) I had to see , I really had to see.. Previously the descendant of my former mistress, the African slave Jammarree, had through some unknown mystical powers, returned me to the year 1599 to exact revenge on the Hon Richard Winslow, a man who had an evil past, and had been an enemy to us both in my previous lifetime. It had been relatively easy for me to destroy him, as his father had gambled away his inheritance, and I had foreclosed on the Winslow estate. I had quite easily arranged the downfall of the impoverished Hon Richard.