“Stupid jock.”
Wesley muttered to himself as he watched, from afar, Chad entering his house.
“Always the same. No respect for age. No respect for wisdom.”
Wesley slowly began to wander down the street.
“I’ll show him, but i’m much too busy. I will have a champion. There’ll be some great warrior, with a pure heart and a strong soul.”
He caught a glimpse through a window a couple of houses down from Chad’s of a girl trying to open an jar with her teeth.
“Eh. Good enough.”
- - - - -
Erica skipped to the door, blonde hair fluttering around her head. She wore only a bright pink sports bra, which clung tight to her perky chest, and her cheerleading skirt, another bright pink affair which she purposely wore a size too small. It rose high over her curvy, caramel thighs, revealing just a hint of the bottom of her round ass. She opened the door, and cocked her head at the old man in front of her, pouting her lips.
“What? I was, like, kinda in the middle of something?”
Wesley wrinkled his nose. The girl in front of him was no more than five feet tall, with nice breasts and a great figure from gymnastics, but he could feel the lack of intelligence from her. He supposed though, that was a good thing. It made her an easier tool for his revenge.
“Ugh. That teenage drivel. Must you all speak like grammar is completely redundant?”
She sighed.
“I like, totally don’t think you’ve got the right house.”
Wesley sighed, and tapped her wrist with his ring. A spark flew, and Erica shut her eyes, a warm heat spreading through her body as an involuntary moan escaped her lips. Wesley watched impatiently as her shoulders broadened slightly, some of the pudge melted from her stomach, a soft definition began to show itself in her arms and legs. Just as quickly as it started, it stopped. Erica opened her eyes, and her speech was shaky. She flexed her fingers and toes, as if feeling a new body.
“That was, like, brilliant. Can you- can you do it again?”
Wesley shook his head.
“I have opened you now, but I do not have a source of energy for- ah- more growth. However, I know a good source for you. Seek Chad Cole. He was what you wish for.”
With that, he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving Erica to wonder what the hell just happened.
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