Not knowing how much juice he'd just pumped her full of, Todd was very anxious to see what he'd done as he turned the corner.
Up ahead, jogging a little now, was a 5'11" girl with a houndstooth jacket, one arm wrapped around a stack of books, the other tugging up on a skirt she probably could've been wearing a little higher.
Todd smirked at his powerful device, but let out a small sigh of relief: nothing too extreme had occured yet that would point out Todd as having the remote.
Todd stopped at a drinking fountain for a second after seeing the blonde stop at a bulletin board. Her breasts were easy to appreciate, even at this distance, they pushed out her tank top past the confines of her dress jacket. As not to seem strange or showing-off, she unbuttoned the bottom-most button, the others either doing so already, or snapping off, from her growth. Todd couldn't tell.
Todd took a deep breath, and walked towards her...