Chapter #4Lucy drifts into sleep... by: Erherikke   Lucy spent a good fifteen minutes admiring her new form in the mirror before she found herself yawning rather loudly. Finally noticing that the evening had run its course, it occured to her that she was actually kind of tired.
In getting her new body, she had become pretty ecstatic; but even the extra energy generated from that event wasn't enough to keep her awake forever. Even though she thoroughly enjoyed looking at her new, ultra-curvy body in its incredibly accentuating attire, she couldn't help but become more and more sleepy.
Finally, after spending another hour or so simply exploring her expanded body and, most importantly, her more-than-basketball-sized tits, Lucy had become so exhausted that there was simply no other option for her than to finally lay down on her bed and drift to sleep.
"No matter" she thought, "I can continue admiring myself tomorrow!".
Being rather new to the endless possibilities the dictaphone entailed, it didn't occur to Lucy that she could've simply willed herself to not be tired anymore. Oh well!
The newly immaculate, white-haired girl laid down on her soft bed and started drifting to sleep. At first, Lucy was a little bothered that she had become utterly barred from lieing on her back, as her enormous boobs were now too heavy for her to breathe in such a position. No matter; she would just lay on her side.
As she did so, the young woman couldn't help but gently stroke the considerable protusion that was the side of her breast as she finally began falling asleep.
But her sleep was not to be uneventful.
As it turned out, Lucy's transformation had had a much deeper effect on her than just her apperance. Many dreams pertaining to her newfound appearance faded in and out of her mind as she slept. Most were forgotten quickly; leaving Lucy with no recollection of the majority of adventures that her newfound self lived out within her mind.
However; one particular dream stuck:
Lucy was dressed in one of the most beautiful attires she could've possibly imagined. As she looked upon herself in her luxorious mirror, her handmaidens were seeing to the last touches that her outfit for the night required. They kept going on and on about the evening's ball, and Dream-Lucy nodded knowingly; being completely aware that tonight was the biggest ball she would have ever attended as of yet. Thus, it was of the utmost importance that she look the part of the radiant daughter of a noble. Lucy's father, the count, would expect no less than the best of her for tonight!
What was able to surface of Lucy's consciousness during the dream enjoyed it utterly. Being a noble; a true, honest-to-goodness noble! Why, she could probably never have imagined it on her own! Leave it to her dreams to come up with such a fanciful scenario!
As Dream-Lucy finally stepped into the large ball-room, ready to join the festivities, the dream began disintegrating. As Lucy became more and more awake, she also became more and more aware that this perfect world was vanishing before her eyes. As she finally awoke to the sound of her shrill alarm clock, she lamented the loss of the life as a noblewoman that she had just lived. Pouting a bit at the idea that she would probably never get to relive such an existance; she noticed something rather large just beneath her chin.
It was her basketball-sized breasts, of course. And how had it been, exactly, that she had come to possess such marvels?
Lucy turned her gaze to the dictaphone, which laid peacefully on her desk across the room, and smirked.
Perhaps living the life of a noble wasn't really out of reach after all...?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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