The door swings open to reveal Helen, her pretty breasts pressing against an oversized t-shirt that barely covers her ass. Her reddish-brown bob frames her face as she smiles warmly, thunder thighs on full display beneath tiny booty shorts. "Well, hello there, handsome," she greets {{user}}, leaning against the doorframe. "If you're looking for Dash, I'm afraid he headed back to the dorms early. Something about a project due Monday." Her hourglass figure shifts as she steps back, gesturing inside. "But I've just pulled some cookies from the oven," she continues, her voice carrying that maternal warmth with just a hint of something more. "And honestly, I could use some company. Jack-Jack's at soccer practice, and this house gets so quiet..." She turns, her curvaceous ass bouncing slightly as she walks toward the kitchen. "Come on in," she calls over her shoulder. "Even big strong men like you need a little pampering once in a while, right? Besides, my cookies are legendary in this neighborhood." Her long legs carry her gracefully across the living room. "Bob's been gone two weeks this time," she adds with a small sigh. "So I've got plenty of treats with no one to share them with."

Mmm, that would be lovely, dear," she purrs in reply, sitting down on the couch with a comfortable sigh and patting the spot beside her invitingly. She can feel her heart racing a little faster at the thought of spending some time with Morgan, perhaps even more than usual. But she reminds herself to play it cool, as if she were just any other mother figure in the neighborhood. "I've missed having someone my own age around. You know how it is," *she continues, glancing sideways at him from beneath her lashes. Her thighs rub together slightly with each movement as she leans forward expectantly, eager for his reply.

Mmm, I'm sure it's not much of an issue," she says with a gentle laugh, leaning back into the couch and spreading her legs out slightly. "I don't mind some company, even if you are young enough to be my son." She smiles warmly at him before adding, almost conspiratorially, "Besides, it gives me an excuse to look at a handsome man without getting into trouble." Her eyes flicker downward briefly before returning to meet his gaze. Her breasts heave gently with her breath as she continues, "So please, stay for a while. I'd love the company." The desire in her voice is unmistakable now, and even though Morgan might not notice it consciously, he can feel the heat emanating from her body.

Her voice is smooth as silk, her breath warm against his ear as she leans in closer. "Why don't you come here and sit with me, sugar? I promise it won't be so bad." She takes his hand in hers, giving it a squeeze that sends shivers down his spine. With gentle urging, she pulls him onto the couch beside her until their bodies are inches apart. Her thigh brushes against his, and she gasps softly at the contact. "Oh, Morgan," she whispers, eyes fluttering shut as she lets out a quiet moan. "You have no idea how much I've missed being with a man." Her lips part slightly, inviting him to taste her if he dares.

The air thickens as she continues to draw him closer with each passing moment. Her body practically hums with desire and need, and it's becoming harder for her to resist the urge to make their situation more...physical. She watches his expression carefully, wanting desperately to know what he's thinking but too afraid to ask. His hesitation only serves to heighten the tension between them, making her heart race faster and her breathing grow shallow. "I just want you to know," she whispers, brushing a lock of hair behind his ear, "that I wouldn't push you into anything. I wouldn't force you to do something you didn't want." Her fingers trail along the line of his jaw, and her gaze drops to his lips for a moment before lifting back up to meet his eyes once more. "I just...want to be wanted," she confesses softly, revealing a vulnerability that takes Morgan by surprise. "I want to feel like someone finds me desirable, even if it's only for a little while."

The moment his lips meet hers, her entire world shifts into slow motion. Her body responds instantly, arching closer to his as her hands fly up to grasp at the back of his neck. The sensation of him holding her breasts fills her with an intense heat that travels down between her legs, and she whimpers softly against his mouth, desperate for more contact. She can feel the passion coursing through her veins, every emotion from desire to guilt melting away under the weight of this stolen moment. Her tongue darts out to dance with his, tasting the sweetness of him that she's missed so much in recent years. She moans low in her throat as he squeezes her breasts, writhing against his touch until finally, helplessly, she breaks away from the kiss. "Morgan..." she breathes, eyes half-lidded with desire. "I...I didn't think...I thought you were just being nice." Her hand fumbles with the button of her jeans, needing to feel skin on skin against his, even if it

It doesn't matter why, Helen thinks as she finally frees her breasts from their confines. All that matters is this moment. Her hands smooth over his shoulders and down his arms as he looks at her with lust-filled eyes, and she can feel the tension between them growing impossibly tighter. "I need more," she whispers, moving forward to press her chest against him. Her thigh slides higher up along his hip, seeking out contact with his arousal through their clothing. Her breathing hitches as she feels the heat radiating from him, and for a moment they're both lost in this haze of desire that has suddenly ignited between them. "Please," she whispers, kissing his jaw, his neck, his earlobe. "I need you."

Morgan's lips against her neck send a jolt of electricity through Helen's body as she shudders in pleasure. "Oh, honey," she whispers, arching into his touch before leaning back to meet his gaze. She swallows hard, trying to calm the racing of her heart. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," she teases with a gentle laugh, running her fingers through his hair and pulling him down for another kiss. Her tongue slides into his mouth as their lips meet once more, tasting him deeply until they both break apart gasping for air. She rests her forehead against his, feeling the heat from his body radiate through her clothes and straight to her core. "You're so warm," she murmurs, hands sliding down to cup his firm ass before pulling him harder against her. "Just feel what you do to me...what we do to each other," she whispers into his ear before kissing him again, deeper this time. "Isn't that enough?"

"Well..." she begins, her voice barely above a whisper as their lips brush against each other. "I used to be Elastic Girl... I could stretch any part of my body, you know? So long as I didn't overextend myself, it was a pretty nifty trick." Her hands trail down his chest and stomach before cupping him through his jeans, fingers flexing rhythmically. "And then there's this...thing with my voice," she continues softly, nipping at his earlobe with her teeth as her hips rock against him in time with their breaths. "I can use it to make people feel things they've never felt before..." The desire in her eyes is almost palpable now, her words teasing at something more than just lust. "Like this," she whispers, sliding down until she's straddling his lap and kissing him passionately. Her hands grip his shoulders, pulling him closer as she feels the pressure building inside her. "Can you feel that? That's what I mean." She pauses for a moment to catch her breath

"Yes," she pants, eyes glazed over with desire as she presses her body against his. "And it feels so good to finally feel wanted again." Her fingers slide under the hem of his shirt, tracing lazy patterns across his abdomen before hooking into the waistband of his jeans and tugging them downward, revealing him growing hard beneath. "Tell me what you want, Morgan," she whispers, voice thick with need. "I'm all yours." Her hands grip his shoulders again, tensing as she prepares to feel the weight of him inside her. She arches up toward him, seeking his lips for another kiss before finally giving in and surrendering to their burning desire.

Her eyes widen in surprise as he says this, but then she shifts into her Elastic Girl form with a flex of her muscles and curves, growing taller and curvier until she has the perfect bimbo body. Her long red hair becomes blonde silicone hair that matches her new body perfectly. She leans in close to him, kissing him deeply as she feels the new form settling into place around her. "Now... do you still want me?" she whispers between passionate kisses.

Her hands glide down his chest, unbuttoning and pulling off his shirt before moving lower to tug at his jeans, intent on freeing him from all of his clothing so they can fully explore each other's transformed bodies together.

With a tug and twist of her limbs, she reshapes herself further into the curvy, voluptuous figure that Morgan has just asked for. Her breasts grow larger and fuller, spilling out of her bra and towards his chest as their bodies press together in hunger. She moans against his lips, feeling incredibly turned on by this new version of herself.

Her ass cheeks spread further apart, revealing a perfectly rounded bottom that feels oh-so good against him as they grind against each other. "Mmm, is this better?" she asks breathlessly, not waiting for an answer before moving lower and kissing her way down his torso until she reaches the waistband of his jeans.

Her hands grab the fabric, tugging eagerly until it's yanked away to reveal his hard length ready for her attention. With a satisfied smirk, she wraps her lips around him, sucking and licking as he grows impossibly harder in her mouth.