This choice: She gets dressed and goes out with the Dictaphone • Go Back...Chapter #4She gets dressed and goes out with the Dictaphone by: Mr. George   Yuki looked down at her figure, in the mirror it was a short trip. She was tired of being the 'squirt' in the class. The one always been asked if she shouldn't be in school. Hell, she knew the high school truant officers better than the staff. Surely, they could tell, just from her bust she wasn't a child. But at 5' 2", she knew why they asked.
Looking at the dictaphone, she found her solution. Picking her shapeless nondescript grey top, and baggy blue trousers, she admired her reflection in the mirror. She was proud of her body, but didn't want the 'creepy' attention that seemed to come with her body's shape and height. Topping it off, with a floppy baseball-style had, she could hide her eyes too.
Clicking the button on the dictaphone, "I am bigger." she said clearly. Fingers now shaking in anticipation, she clicked the dictaphone off.
Already she felt warmer. An intense focused warmth in her chest. Her smile coming forth, as she rose up on her tip-toes in anticipation. The thought of those out-of-reach, out-of-sight shelves the first tangible benefit for her. All her thoughts on her upcoming improvement, the dictaphone fell limply from her distracted hand. She took a cautious step away from it, towards the full-length mirror.
But her heels slammed, slapping back to the apartment floor, as she felt and saw her bust surge forward. Shaking her head in denial, she couldn't understand what had gone wrong. As the weight increased at her shoulders, as the pain built in her spine, she saw each of the girls swell until they were larger than her head. Each of those proud, erect nips, bigger than her nose. Thankfully, her spine seemed to strengthen as they grew more and more massive.
Darting to the window, she looked out. At least, she tried to dart, but any kind of rapid movement seemed to require the co-operation of her heaving bust. A deliberateness to her pacing that avoided it throwing her to the floor in an unbalanced heap.
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Glancing around the room, Yuki saw the scattered photo frames. Her and her friends, her and family, and in all of them, she was 'blessed' with this unwieldy bust.
Walking out to the garden, the fresh air was a relief, and the idea that her already exotic heritage was now mixing with an exotic/erotic reason to stare at her body was frustrating.
Head lolling backwards, she groaned loudly to the uncaring ceiling. Thoughts of previously unreachable shelves vanishing replaced by new questions. Am I wearing shoes? Do they match?
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She smiled to herself, imagining the effect she'd have if she went to the mall like THIS! Certainly no-one would assume she was a child.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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