This choice: Your shabby clothes are now stuffed with a feminine body. • Go Back...Chapter #4Your clothes are now stuffed with a new body. by: Mr. George Your clothes remain, the same shabby clothes. Casual and comfortable, but even these baggy jogging pants, and loose top can't hide how extreme your body is now.
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With those lips, you doubt you could make any face that wasn't loaded with sexual promise. And, with this body, you absolutely could deliver on those promises.
An instinct, pride?, has you preen. Tossing your mane of hair, you enjoy how it catches the light, and flows. Narrowing your eyes, you practice a sultry look. It's too easy, and you blow a kiss to your mirror self. It's too effective, behind those eyes, it's still Nate. You feel your body respond, a tingle in your middle, an ache... an itch that wants... needs... demands attention. Even your new bust betrays you, as your nips stiffen against the fabric of your top.
Your breathing becomes shallower, and more rapid. You sound like a phone sex worker, even to yourself. "Hiya." you say to her. An experimental word, it sounds right from her lips, so wrong from yours. But, it suits her, casual and breezy, she's not given to deep or serious conversation.
Nate shifted, posing to admire her reflection from a different angle. A hint of ass, obviously womanly despite the jogging pants, and with a hint of bust still showing.
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"Fun in the sack, and not ashamed to admit it." Nate's words bubbling up from previous unguarded conversations, drunken confessions.
She shook her head in denial, but it was futile.
"Athletic and energetic, like me." Nate's words continue to taunt her.
"But willing to flaunt her body, uninhibited and wild."
Nate knew he was too timid. This woman was his match, not the same. But, strong where he was weak, and confident where he was strong.
"Oh... and curvy as hell!" The words surprised Nate, drawing a squeak of protest, another pointless denial.
In the mirror, Nate was hypnotised. Held in place, as she watched her ass inflate. Her bust surging relentless forward too. Fuller, heavier, and just as rude.
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Shaking her head rejecting what she was seeing. She whirled around, hiding that succulent ass from the mirror.
It only lead Nate face to face, with her massive bust. The pouting smile faltered, and dropped down a gear.
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This game no longer quite so much fun. Nate was ready to end it. Even that faltering smile looked tempting with those liquid glossy lips. So ripe, so full, they defined how she looked. Trying to press them together to minimise their appeal. To dismiss the horrific thought he couldn't dismiss. Those were cock-sucking lips. They'd only invite that one thought, if any mans' gaze rose beyond her succulent breasts.
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Trying to derail her train of thought, she pictured them locked onto breasts like her own, suckling away. Her tongue lashing, as she sought for milk with those most impressive lips.
"Natalie Nip-sucker." She christened herself. Her tongue darting out, moistening lips that were already glistening. indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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