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"This bitch has everything just because of her boobs and because my father fucks her! Why the hell did he decide to write her into heirs ?!"

As the only son and rightful heir to a huge corporation, Mike Brown was sincerely indignant all day after his father announced that he had entered Mary into heirs and bequeathed to her most of his corporation and finances

Walking from corner to corner in his office, he could not find a place for himself and could not accept this news. All this really seemed to him complete nonsense. Why does he, the only son of Frank Brown, the owner of the largest holding, receive an insignificant share in the company if something happens to his father?! This is just bullshit!

In general, Mike did not care that his father, at such an advanced age, decided to arrange a relationship with this sexy doll, but THIS! This was just some kind of madness. After all, his father has always been a lustful male, and once this was the main reason for their divorce from Mike's mother.

Unable to bear his emotions, Mike threw some expensive trinket that fell under his arm and lay for a long time on his table and reminded him of their rare joint trip to Africa with his father.

- Shit! This is unfair! I should be in her place!

A bright flash of light lit up the entire space of his office at the moment when this trinket broke. However, Mike decided to write it off as a hallucination from a sharp, sudden headache attack, which, as he thought at that moment, was due to the loud sound of this trinket smashing against the wall of his office.

Sitting on the nearest chair, Mike realized that the headache only intensified and intensified to such an extent that in just a few seconds it was the only thing he could only think about.

"Fuck... fuck... it hurts..."

Thoughts about the injustice of his current situation were replaced in the moment by only indignation, expressed in swear words in his head. He did not even notice how at that moment his body and clothes had already begun to transform. His head hurt terribly, and at the same time it itched like never before. Something suddenly began to seep through and through his hands, like long threads of some kind of cloth or something.

Strange sensations were felt all over his body, as if someone or something was sculpting him. In the area of ​​the chest and ass, swelling was very well felt, as if compressed air had been launched under his skin and it gradually inflated his body in these places, and inside the abdomen, what someone calls "butterflies in the stomach" was felt.

But all this paled before the headache that Mike felt now ..