"You're a very beautiful woman Principal Morse." Jon managed to say.
"It's just the two of us Jon. I don't mind if you call me Tiffany." She purred as she got closer to her prey. "So tell me Jon, what is it about me that you like most?"
Jon tried to avoid looking at Tiffany, but he couldn't resist. His eyes wandered over her body, traveling up her long supple legs. He lingered at her wide hips, and Tiffany turned to give him a full look at her round ass. She bent over, further than before to allow Jon to see her panties. They were a lacy number that were sheer enough to see how wet her slit was. She turned back, and he lingered on her huge breasts. As a girl Tiffany had been overly busty, but as a woman she was in a completely different category. They were easily double the size of the slut he knew before, and she was more experienced.
"I think we have a winner. Little girls your age don't have tits like these, now do they?" Tiffany laughed as she unbuttoned her blouse, letting it open to reveal her boobs cradled by the dangerously small bra. Jon imagined that with one wrong move it could "accidentally" break, and let all that tit flesh free.
Jon managed to peel his eyes away from Tiffany for a moment to look at the clock. Unknown to her Tiffany was working under a time limit. Jon didn't know for sure if Tiffany would be swapped into a new family and life at 3:47PM, but if he could hold out until then, and someone else took over the reality rewrite could save him.
A darker thought came to him. He wasn't sure what part of him it came from, but for an instant he thought so what if he did something with Tiffany? If reality changed, and her replacement wasn't a slut reality might change so nothing happened. Even if he did run into trouble he could use the stone to wish the experience hadn't happened or something. Only he'd have to know about it.
Jon shook his head to clear his mind. He was trying to be a better person. He didn't want to take advantage of people just because the option was there. He wanted to prove himself worthy of someone like Samantha, or Karyn who thought he was a good person.
There were just minutes left until the swaps would happen. If he could just keep Tiffany preoccupied until then he could still make it out. He just hoped his luck was good.
"I can't think of anyone near your size. I bet if you were my age you'd be bigger than most all of them." Jon began his stall tactic.
"Oh, you think any of them could beat me?" Tiffany pouted a little, but Jon couldn't tell if she was actually offended.
"Well, I don't know what you looked like at my age, and Samantha does have really big boobs. Linda McMillan and a few other girls do too." Jon kept egging her on. He knew Tiffany Sanders had a jealous streak when it came to body comparisons, and hoped Tiffany Morse did too.
"Oh Jon, when I was your age I was every guys walking wet dream. There is no way those little girls could ever hold a candle to me, then or now." Tiffany cupped her breasts, giving them a shake.
"I only have your word though.I don't know what Samantha will look like at your age, and I haven't seen a picture of you at her age, so it's hard to compare."
"You wait right there. I'll prove to you I've always been a bombshell." Tiffany declared and went to her purse.
Jon watched as the minutes ticked down. His plan was working perfectly, but he still needed to kill more time. After a couple minutes Tiffany had dug out an old picture of herself in high school.
"Look at this and tell me you wouldn't have popped a boner every time you saw me." Tiffany handed Jon the picture. It was surreal seeing Tiffany with the hair and clothes of a long gone generation. Some of her facial and body features had changed from being born in the Morse family, but Jon had to admit that Tiffany was still sexy in her prime.
"Wow Tiffany, you really were a stunner. You grew in all the right ways too." Jon complimented.
"Why don't I show you the difference between a young lady and a grown woman?" Tiffany began removing her blouse and, unhooking her bra to let her jugs free.
Jon looked to the clock. He was seconds away from the swap. He'd have to count on a lucky roll of the dice on the change, but he'd bought all the time he could. His dick was rock hard, and he knew if Tiffany didn't swap he'd have to find another way to escape, or use the stone to undo this.
The clock struck 3:47PM and the wish activated the next set of swaps.
