This choice: Jim 'Porsche' Higgins woke with a soft groan, to her new life. • Go Back...Chapter #7Jim 'Porsche' Higgins woke to a new life. by: Mr. George   Jim woke to feel the warmth of the Sun, and hear the giggling of the girls around him. Keeping his eyes shut against the Sun, his eyelids already crimson with their blood. It all reminded him of home. The sounds of his harem, his stable of girls, each exotic and beautiful. The range matched only by his massive garage of cars. Again his same appeal towards beauty, elegance and the heritage meant they were all by the same manufacturer.
He felt tired, and edgy. His body a little off. The feeling of the Sun lounger beneath his back, and his Sun soaked flesh meant he was unwilling to move and he tried to stay steady. He didn't care if he fell asleep again, or woke fully to send one of the girls for a cool refreshing drink.
Dismissing it as the nightmare he'd just woken from. He considered loudly tutting, or clearing his throat to get the girls to quiet down. But he still enjoyed the sound of their amusement. But it was the sound of slapping feet running, followed by a high joyous yell, and the final enormous splash that started Jim awake.
He didn't have a pool in his garden. Realising he wasn't home, his eyes snapped open, to see the gorgeous uber-busty beauty rising out of the water. He smirked, she probably needed all that time in the water to ease her aching shoulders. As his eyelids flicked, he fantasised about giving her a massage.
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The water cascading down and off her body was a symphony of wet flesh. However, Jim's enjoyment was momentary, as the bottom of his view was filled with his own cavernous cleavage, and the same mountainous flesh holding him in place.
His hands instantly, instinctively darting to his crotch desperate to disprove this illusion. But with her own piercing shriek, Jim's voice confirmed her new sex just as firmly as her exploring fingers.
She erupted from the lounger, in a wobbly, shimmying jelly of wildly thrashing flesh. She raced away from the pool, HER feet slapping on the cold tiles, whirling at the locked door, she felt like a cornered bear. She was trapped, and vulnerable. The friction of her brief run meaning her nipples were awake and stiff, pressing against the transparent fabric of her top.
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Fear pounding in her veins, she looked around for another escape. For anywhere else to run. Instead she spotted only others confused by her behaviour. Another girl looked over at her own chest just as big, just complete incomprehension on her face. Concern that you'd freaked out from the heat?
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As she try to look away from her... and her body, that you'd really appreciate if you weren't so abundantly, sumptuously female herself. Eager to see if this was a holo-game, she reached for the plug. Her fingers scrambling wildy beneath her mop of hair to unplug herself. Her fingers froze, as she felt the raised flesh of a recent scar. Her heart stopped, as she recognised it and what it meant. She was a product and had an owner.
The other girl walking towards her by the side of the pool, was in a darker top, but just as transparent as her own. It did nothing to hide body, she tried to focus on anything other than her bust. Alas, she found herself realising the girl was copying her gestures. Was this some calming, manoeuvre to make her feel like she fitted in.
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But, Jim could only see how weak and powerless the arms were, how skinny her legs were. A quick scan of her own body confirmed she was just as spindly and powerless as the other girls. She bit her lip, hoping to stifle the whimper she felt in her chest.
It belatedly sank in to Jim's mind that his owner was corporate rather than an individual. That now she was one of the girls in a collection, a collection of the Hyper-inflated.
"Welcome. Hi, I'm Cindi. What's your name?"
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The new arrival startling Jim into whirling in her direction. The girl looked bored, but sounded genuine, as Jim struggled to keep her feet as her chest heaved at the sudden movement.
She didn't feel welcome, she felt imprisoned and humiliated. As a guy, she preferred the slimmer, more athletic women. A woman who could show grace, elegance and refinement to match and enhance the beauty of his cars. A tear welled up, at the fond memories. At the contrast with her own gross, bimbo body, crafted to the lowest common denominator, to crudely please. But she found herself answering Cindi's greeting.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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