This choice: Toni discovers she's dressed to kill.... • Go Back...Chapter #5Toni discovers she's dressed to kill.... by: Mr. George   Toni erupted from her seat sending it crashing to the bar floor. His clothes were gone, in their place a red bikini... and he filled it. As the weird chick lifted the chair back upright, Toni was gripped by the feeling that everyone was looking at her. An apologetic smile from her friend, turned their attention back to their own tables.
Her throat clenched, dried as the realisation dawned. No-one was looking for the guy she'd been just moments ago. It was only the chair crashing that caught their attention. Almost theatrically, she wiped dust from the seat, either real or imagined. Toni was looking for something more covering than the bikini she was wearing. Even the temporary cover of a chair blocking casual viewers from admiring her ass.
She gave herself a tentative patting down. Disguising it as brushing away errant sand. Toni confirmed her body was as real to the touch, as it appeared to her eyes.
"Still jealous?" The girl asked.
Toni couldn't bring herself to speak. Terrified of the voice she'd hear emerging from this body. She silently shook her head.
As she sat opposite, Toni tried to ease her chair away from the table.
"Chicks have it easy..." She repeated Tony's words back to her. Toni took another gulp of her smoothie. She needed an excuse not to talk while her thoughts took on a more coherent shape. Her lips were fuller, riper, far more lush and feminine than they were mere moments before. But, it was Tony's imagined description that sent a shudder down her spine faster than the chill smoothie.
"Cock-sucker lips." It was visceral, rude, and she knew that was exactly the words, the thoughts Tony would've used. Lowering her head, she allowed her hair to fall forward, to hide her crimson face. Blushing from the image she'd just summoned. Toni on her knees, lips wide, a warm cock keeping them open. She could smell the stale musk from her man. His aroma thick in her nostrils. His hands on the back of her head, guiding, controlling, keeping the rhythm. She felt sick, but oddly excited and intrigued too.
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"Let me make it easier for you." Toni held her breath knowing some huge scam was about to be played with her as the mark.
"Do you think Tony would think you had an easy time as a chick?" Her eye lashes batting, Toni heard her missing 'y' with every iota of her existence.
"Would it be easier now?" She asked.
Toni squirmed in her seat, an itch made it impossible to sit still. Restlessly, she tried to ignore the sensations. But they were every bit as real as her body.
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Toni whimpered, fighting the urge to cradle her bust, and crush it back to it's former dimensions. She dearly wanted the Earth to swallow her whole. But, she was bustier, and with a fuller more bubblicious rump too.
The girl opposite looked momentarily shocked. Theatrically feigning her surprise with a hand raised to her mouth.
"Tony isn't satisfied..." She confided in a low whisper. "He wants you to have it even easier...."
Toni breathed, "Please no... no more..." Her words sensual and seductive. They fell on deaf ears. The itch returned, and Toni was once more sitting uncomfortably as her body gained even more curves.
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As the itch faded and vanished, Toni knew that enough was enough. The curt nod from the opposite side of the table showed her and Tony's satisfaction with the new Toni's easy life.
"Your restoration is easy..." The chick said. Sitting forward, she took a deep draw on the smoothie, with Toni's straw.
"You just need to get a date."   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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