This choice: Violet wakes to find an even skin tone. • Go Back...Chapter #8Violet wakes to find an even skin tone. by: Mr. George   Moaning softly to herself, Violet woke. She shivered as she woke, the campfire just a few blackened twigs now. But with the Sun higher in the sky, she was able to see that her blotches had joined together. The piebald appearance had gone, leaving her with a lovely skin-tone that invited a caress.
Almost afraid it would rub off, she brushed her skin as softly as possible. Her skin felt more alive than it had ever before. Clearly it was new and still freshly sensitive. Lifting herself upwards, Violet found her skin wasn't the only thing that had transformed while she slept. It felt like the mud was clinging to her flesh, sucking her down. As her shoulders strained, it was clear that there was more of her… Her bust was fuller, firmer… heavier. It wasn't merely the cloying mud that held her down.
Glancing backwards down her spine, she felt a twinge of sympathy for her mother's insecurity. She'd never been the curviest of women, pale skin and stick figure were more her wheel house. But now, she saw she had an ass… So round, so full.
Fighting the rising pride, Violet made her way through the mud towards the river, eager to examine her new reflection, to see if her face was a tempting as her body. Even the squelching of the mud, announcing her movement, felt seductive to her ears. A lush natural sound speaking of moisture and readiness.
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Violet beamed back at her rippled reflection, those lips so inviting, so clearly womanly. Cautiously, she touched them half expecting them to vanish like an illusion, too sumptuous to be real, a trick of the light, the dappled water lying to her.
Her joy was stolen, as she heard low voices. Instantly she sank deeper, as quietly as possible, trying to submerge in the mud of the river bank. Two guards walked past her, talking in hushed voices about escaping while they still could.
Violet didn't even need to turn invisible, her mud caked body already a perfect fit for her environment. But her gaze fell upon the tattered red threads still clinging to a nearby rock. She held her breath, as if expecting the guards to see them and then her. A familiar insecurity, a gnawing vulnerability ate away at her reserves. She lay frozen like a petrified rabbit until the guards passed. Her ears straining for the sound of rescue. But the sky remained clear of air support, the military clean-up still to come.
She hadn't been able to send any signal on completing her mission. But surely there were people watching, people who'd heard… who'd seen the base being destroyed. It was only when Violet realised the only sound reaching her ears was the babbling of the water that she saw the guards had moved on.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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