You mutter something about Krystal being a bimbo as you groggily enter your cramped
kitchen in search of coffee. As you rummage, your statement becomes a reality.
First, Krystals personality and intellegence started to change. She was suddenly finding
the cartoons a lot funnier and entertaining, and inappropriate thoughts about some of the
characters entered her mind.
She giggled, her hair and breasts increasing in volume with each downward motion. Her
hips and thighs became more shapely as her hair grew down to the middle of her back.
Her now double d breasts lifted and pushed against her tank top, nipples erect and
clearly visible.
As you emerge victorious from the kitchen, you take only one sip before the sight of
Krystal makes you shriek and drop the cup.
"Dummy," she giggles.