This choice: Her tear-smeared vision refused to co-operate. • Go Back...Chapter #6Her tear-smeared vision refused to co-operate. by: Mr. George   Yuki's vision swam... It took her a moment to realise, it wasn't just her vision. With the controller being smashed, her form was now in flux.
The peril making her wonder about being mistaken as a bimbo.... A busty, blonde, to be....
Gasping, as a lock of long blonde hair dropped into her field of vision. Yuki looked at her reflection.
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At least, she's not any bustier. The thought, the fear barely entered her head, before she felt the changes. In moments, her bust was fuller, heavier, it's sheer weight pulling her relentless to the floor, her shoulders aching. Those damned nipples spiking in sensitivity, the soft caress of her lingerie feeling like the coarsest hessian sack.
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A giggle spilling from her lips, a smile as her arousal spiked. Yuki tried to drive the idea of being a bimbo from her thoughts, the warm, fuzzy comforting sensation of simple happiness not wanting to leave.
With a physical effort, an accompanying grunt, as she forced her thoughts back towards intelligence. Yuki felt her body shift once more. A flash of raven, framed her vision. A slow huff coming as she released the tense breath she hadn't known she was holding. It wasn't ideal, as she took a mental survey. The sensation of being split in two... A thong vanishing where the Sun don't shine making her want to squirm.
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However, on the positive side, she could tell even now that she wasn't anything like as busty. Dismissing that thought, in case it returned, Yuki looked her body over in comparison. If pressed, she'd have guessed she was a Latina now. Her skin darker, more coffee coloured. Her thoughts drifting towards expectations and clichés. She felt the change, before she saw it.
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Her arse swelling to a round perfection. The kind of booty that haunted mens' dreams. A smile flickered uncertainly over her face, at the power it'd give her. The smile faltered, as a couple of quick -cracks- split the air. She glanced over her shoulder. The damage was clear. She had an arse that would make a horse proud. So full, So round, So firm...
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Her thoughts drifted towards carnival. The barely clothed dancers, the swaying of their hips, their taunting teasing dance... that public, a voyeuristic streak....  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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