This choice: Find somewhere quiet to think about things first. • Go Back...Chapter #4Find somewhere quiet to think about things first. by: Mr. George   Jojo ran outside. Her heart racing, and her hands shaking, she wanted to be sure she hadn't imagined the whole thing. The scent of peaches followed her as she ran.
She crashed into Marilyn Monroe, as she dove through the door into the night air. Muttering an apology, she pushed past her into the open air. A backwards glance at Marilyn as she admired the red sequin dress. A good copy of one she wore in 'Gentlemen Prefer Blondes', although nowadays it would probably draw comparisons with Jessica Rabbit.
Her fashion eye following Marilyn's ass as it went up the stairs. It was shaping up to be a weird night, with the Marilyn Monroe look-a-like competition that was being run in the nearby hall. Feeling a little self-conscious, Jojo clicked on the dictaphone.
I wish I was a little bigger,... just a cup size or two...
She clicked it off, as she felt the warmth build in her chest. As a student she was aware that dresses just didn't hang right on her. That a shapelier figure would better display her work. Running her hands down her sides, smoothing out imaginary, and real wrinkles, Jojo found that her ass was filling out too.
Her eyes flicked between her swelling bust, and the half-reflected image in the glass of the doorway. Twisting this way and that, she admired how she looked, even now, even in these casual clothes.
"Excuse me..." another blonde brushed past Jojo. She was entirely blind to Jojo's recent changes.
This Marilyn was dressed in 'The Seven Years Itch' dress. One that she more than filled... Fighting down her sense of jealousy, it was hard for her to enjoy her own expansion... so modest it felt now. The roving eyes she hoped would wander in her direction were too easily distracted by the gaudier girls, the bigger bust, and the more ostentatious displays of cleavage.
She ground her teeth, at how brief her happiness had been. Even now it felt like she was being taunted. Once inside the Sorority, she'd already heaved the girls free from the dress, as she adjusted herself.
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A spike of malice, shot through her, as the 'Marilyn' adjusted herself... The probably self-made dress, just not being comfortable, or showy enough.
I wish she were bustier, too. With titties as big as her head.
The saliva flew from her mouth, as she clicked the dictaphone off once more. "Enjoy the udders", she muttered under her breath, not sure what to expect, she smiled broadly, as Marilyn grew....
Blind to her own changes, 'Marilyn' was expanding, to such an extent that even Jojo felt a twinge of sympathy, of empathy. They looked bloody heavy, and her shoulders would certainly be painful.
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She wasn't sure if they'd finished growing, as 'Marilyn' slid the girls back inside her dress. It was only then that she spotted Jojo watching her, and blew her a kiss.
The kiss barely registered, as Jojo was still in shock, the dictaphone was real... The dictaphone was real!   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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