This choice: You text Randall when you get home. • Go Back...Chapter #9 You text Randall when you get home. by: Wassel   After returning home you immediately shot Randall a text. Asking, 'Yo dude. What happened with the doctors? Why they keep u in so long?'
Not receiving a response right away. But you figured that this was presumably because he had his hands full with his dad and his step-mom. Both of whom were super religious and without much of a sense of humor (the exact opposite of him). Doubting that they'd take all that well to his rather blase attitude about surviving a car crash. Instead giving him some big lecture about God and Jesus and all that bullshit. It really sucking that this was what your friend had to put up with at home. Ever since his mom had died and that bitch, Alice had gotten her claws into his dad. The Davis household no longer being the welcoming place it used to be growing up.
'Soz Tim. Can't tell u over phone', came his answer when he finally did reply an hour later. 'It's pretty wild though. Meet up tomorrow?'
'Sure,' you texted back. 'Mine? Say lunch time.'
To which he agreed.
And so, the following day you waited for your best friend to appear. Not only to hear his 'wild' story about the doctors, but also because you'd just bought a new Xbox game you'd yet to play. Unfortunately lunch time came and went and you didn't see hide nor hair of Randall. Not even receiving a text to explain his absence.
That's weird. They didn't ground him did they? you wondered. For... getting in a car crash? Not putting this kind of deranged behavior past his step-mom admittedly.
After firing off another text to see why exactly he'd stood you up, you decided, Fuck it! Might as well start this game myself. Amusing yourself with it while you waiting to hear back. Which didn't appear like it was going to happen any time soon. The hours quickly slipping away while you played and still no word. Not even after sending several more texts. This not being like Randall at all.
Eventually, after growing slightly concerned, you decided to call him. Finally, after what seemed like forever, receiving a reply.
"What the fuck, Randall?!" you exclaimed, after he'd picked up the phone. "What happened to you? Why weren't you answering any of my texts?"
"So-sorry, dude," he said. Sounding more than a little flustered. "Was, uh... Was kind of distracted."
"And what happened to you coming over?"
"Yeah... About that... Something fucking amazing has happened!" he suddenly blurted. "Something that you won't believe!" Randall being pretty excitable at the best of times, but he appeared to have dialed it up to eleven now.
"What do you mean?" you asked. "What's happened?" Your curiosity naturally being peaked.
His response to which was, "It's... It's too fucking huge to explain over the phone. I mean seriously, dude... This is like the greatest freaking thing EVER! Come round tomorrow and I'll show you. You're gonna totally lose your shit!"
Jesus! you thought. If he's this worked up, I can't wait to see what it is.
* * * *
Jumping on your bike the next day, you made your way over to Randall's (having been assured that his parents would both be out). Growing even more eager to find out what exactly was going on since last night. Rushing up to his front door after pulling up in his driveway and giving it a knock. Being a little taken aback when you saw who it was that answered. It was Alice.
Shit. What's she doing here? you questioned as you stared at the incredibly prim and proper, middle aged woman standing there before you. Dressed as ever in a navy blue house dress that looked like it had escaped from the 50's, along with pair of white heels. Her shoulder length, ash brown hair held back by an (aptly named) Alice band, and her piercing blue eyes staring directly at you. Having been on the receiving end of her wrath often enough that her very appearance made you feel intimidated. Getting the impression that she didn't really like you all that much.
"Uh... Heh-hi, Mrs. Davis," you awkwardly stuttered. "Is, uh... Is Randall in?"
"Hello, Timothy," she replied. An odd little smirk making its way across her mouth. "He's just upstairs in his bedroom. Come on in."
There being something about the way she spoke that you found oddly disconcerting. Appearing much friendlier than usual as she beckoned you inside.
Thanking her, you quickly headed for the stairs (the two of you not normally bothering with small talk). Realizing as you went that you hadn't noticed her car outside in the drive. Though... Maybe its in getting serviced or something.
Putting this out of your mind for now you continued up the stairs and headed into Randall's already open bedroom. Whatever it was that was going to make you "lose your shit" taking precedent over the fact that his step-mom was around. Calling out, "Hey, dude" as you walked inside. Discovering however that it was empty. Your best friend was nowhere to be found. Huh? I thought she said he was up here... Much to your confusion.
Figuring that he must have gone to the toilet or something, you turned around and almost got the fright of your life as you spotted Alice standing directly behind you. Still wearing that strange smile on her face.
"Not here?" she asked. Though it was pretty obvious that was the case. "Oh, that's right. How silly of me. Randall's not here after all. He told me he was going out for a while." Letting out a chuckle. "Honestly, I don't where my head's been lately. Jesus must be up there having a good old laugh at me right now."
Uhm... Okay, you thought. Finding this exchange to be particular weird (as well as the fact that she'd followed you into Randall's bedroom). Alice being big into Jesus, but you'd never heard he say anything quite like this before. It appearing almost flippant.
She was acting strange, there was no doubt about that. And not being particularly keen to find out what exactly she was up to, you decided it was time for you to leave. Making a move towards the door.
"Oh well, no worries. I guess I'll just try his phone again. See if I can catch him."
"Yes. That's a good idea," she said. "I'd hate for... For... Oh... Oh my..." A peculiar look suddenly appearing on Alice's face. Watching as she began panting rather heavily. Hunching over slightly as a hand grabbed at her chest.
"Mrs... Davis?" you questioned. "Are... Are you alright?"
"I... I dunno. I feel... strange. My chest... It's... It's getting tight."
Tight? Oh-oh. She isn't like having a heart attack or something? you thought in a panic. Not having the first idea of what to do in a situation like this.
Being about to ask if you should call someone when she let out an almighty shriek. One that seemed as if it was filled more with pleasure than pain. Thrusting her navy clad bosom towards you and throwing out her arms as she did. What happened immediately after this being almost impossible to describe. Your eyes going wide and your jaw hanging open as the material of her dress visibly began to stretch and expand. Pushing right out towards you.
No, you realized. It wasn't her dress that was expanding. It was what was underneath. The buttons visible straining as the striations between quickly grew larger and larger. Revealing her tan colored bra.
Holy shit! you mentally yelped as you watched this. Are her... Are her tits getting bigger?!
This indeed appearing to be the case. The first button soon pinging off, followed by the second and then the third as Alice's breasts expanded right there in front of you. As impossible an occurrence as it seemed. Her moaning continuing as the rather ugly, old fashioned style bra came fully into view. Visibly struggling now as it overflowed with taut, swelling flesh. Alice having perhaps been a C or even a D cup ten seconds ago, but now she was so much bigger than that. Looking like a porn star with giant cantaloupes strapped to her chest. Cantaloupes that were getting larger with each passing second. Straining the bra dramatically and bulging out from every side. Having never seen so much tit flesh before in your life. Cantaloupes soon becoming volleyballs, and then basketballs after that. At which point the bra had simply had enough. There being two loud snaps as the shoulder straps finally gave way and an avalanche of boobage suddenly burst forth. Bouncing around a little before coming to a rest on what little you could now see of her torso. A sight that, as well as being freaky and terrifying as hell, was also hugely arousing. Finding yourself for the very first time in your life, staring at a pair of real life naked breasts. Breasts that were easily twice the size of your own head. Dangling down in an almost perfect teardrop shape, before projecting out a good foot from her ribcage. Light blue veins visible beneath the still expanding flesh, while her nipples were similarly massive. Her areola the size of saucers. All crinkled and brown. In the center of which sat the fattest, longest nipple you'd ever seen. Easily three inches in length and two in width, and they still appeared to be growing larger. Jutting out towards you as you stumbled back. Your erection doing the same thing within your pants.
"OOOoooOOoOoHhhHh... Fuck me!" she then exclaimed. Taking a heavy breath which caused her momentous mams to jiggle hypnotically. The growth having seemingly come to an end.
Alice cupping a hand beneath each giant, beach ball sized orb and smiling, "I love it when that happens. Don't you?" Not appearing the least bit surprised by what had happened. Which was the complete opposite of you.
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