Chapter #6Later in bed by: Rorke   It was an hour past sunset and Kyle was under the covers, his deskside light illuminating the pages of his books, The waffles misfortunes. He had at least found one flaw in the perfectly chiseled model face, he was near-sited or Kyle imaged he was. Who could tell with the strange powers of the medallion?
"Hey, honey. Rember I said you would please me. Well, here it comes!"
Looking up Kyle dropped his book. Amanda was dressed in only sports pants that might as well be pink underwear with white vertical lines, all thanks to her swelled-up thigh and hips. A matching laced bra barely keeping in the watermelon of her inflated chest.
Her hair was now a burning red that reached to her ankles. She was an erotic red Rapunzel, one of Kyle's favorites, and he was drooling like a dog at dinner time.
"You look," he spattered, "so good!"
With a girlish giggle, Amanda swayed her hips, "see, even missing something, there are still ways to have fun."
Amanda then surprised Kyle by taking a flying leap, pining his hands, whilst a second pair of arms sprouted from her waist, taking hold of his feet. "Now don't struggle, it won't be as good." she purred.
Before Kyle could ask if all the hands were necessary Amanda kissed him, and what a kiss it was for she had turned her tongue rough and long encircling his, whilst their lips seems to tingle with electricity.
After a minute of this, her grip loosens, with Kyle now free to slow feel his up her waist before tugging at her bra strings.
Crash
The sound of a window breaking put all thought of weird lovemaking out of the pair's heads. "Any chances that was a bat?" Amanda asked with a quiver.
"Not with our double glazing," Kyle said, " You better use the medallion to check it out."
"Ya, okay." In Amanda's place, Kyle would have transformed into a fly or something small with the power of flight. Instead, her eyes slipped from their sockets. They were like noodles with an eyeball at the end which slithered down the stairs.
Kyle pulled a face, "That, um, a unique idea."
"Look I am not putting my body in harm's way yet, and how is this anymore 'unique' than when you turn your fingers into tweezers to pull out your nose hairs?" She put out her hand, "wait, I am at the door to the lounge, it's filthy under there! Oh, no." Her eye-noodles slide back up the stairs and into her sockets with a pop.
"There are at least two big burglars downstairs and when I mean big, I mean big."
Again the pair froze at the sound of someone knocking on the door, the burglars were letting more in.
Calmly as he could, Kyle asked Amanda what the plan was.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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