Chapter #6The bimbo hoop earring by: Struiner   Valentines day comes, and you and your evening are about to watch a flick together at her place. Your girlfriend, Rayna, has long, straight, red hair worn in a simple style. She has a lithe figure, and is usually wearing plain t-shirts and jeans, her fashions sens best described as "I just don't care." You love her like mad, but sometimes you think it would be nice if she was a little more focused on looks.
"Happy valentines bae." You give her the hoop earring. She kisses you delightedly then runs to the bathroom to put it in, see how it looks.
"I love it!" She yells trough the hall. A moment later she returns, and you notice she walks differently. Now swaying her hips like a leopard, she looks at you enticingly.
"Hey. You changed your make-up?" You say as she sits down, pretty sure that thick coat of scarlet lipstick wasn't there a moment before.
"Huh? Of course not. I was gone for literally a second." She looks at you strangely. The skin on her cheeks softens as foundation and eye-shadow mysteriously appear. She leans into you, kissing you again. This time, she keeps kissing, playfully inviting your tongue in her mouth. She moans, the pressure of her breasts against your chest increasing. The intoxicating smell of slutty perfume drifts trough your nostrils. As you're making out her hair turns a luxurious and wavy red copper.
You're dumbfounded. Perhaps it's the beer, but your girl is making out like a stripper. Moaning and sliding her hands over your body like she wants to eat you alive. She moves back, smiling dumbly. "Oh my god. I feel so ditsy right now." She rubs her hands, squeezing her growing breasts together below her t-shirt. The t-shirt turns into a scarlet tube top covering everything from her now massive orbs down to her rapidly expanding hips. Her belly has flattened, and her waist slimmed down, giving her a curvy, busty build.
"Baby, maybe you should check a mirror..." You say, trying to handle her transformation delicately.
"What? Oh no. Is my make-up running again? D-D told me I should use a better setting spray" She grabs a mirror from a tiny leather purse that wasn't there moments before, checking herself out. "Oh my god you're so right." She gets a foundation brush and expertly retouches her face. After a moment she looks at you. "Better?" You nod hesitantly, not sure what to say. She thinks she's always been like this.
"You know what? I wanna go out!" She exclaims.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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