Charlotte's expression took on a more panic filled air, as she tried to cope with her changes. Charlie, Tom and Grant were all looking at her. It made her squirm, pressing her thighs together she tried to crush the doubt and fear. Instead only feeling the lacy panties imprint themselves onto the supple flesh of her inner thighs.
Glancing, timidly from face to face, she looked for support from her friends. Charlie was eyeing her suspiciously, his eyes fixed on her bust. Oddly, it wasn't sexual. He was looking to spot some padding, or other trickery or deceit. For a moment Charlotte doubted herself, a hand wandering south. A brushing pass, smoothing an imaginary wrinkle confirmed she was fully a girl. No trace of manhood was discovered by her swiftly moving hand.
But Tom's gaze was sexual. And, it caught Charlotte's quick check. She tried to ignore the sudden awkwardness in his stance. But, as she worked it out, her cheeks started to burn. That was the final clue for Tom, who tried to hide his growing erection. Too clearly a response to her... and her body.
Too aware of her effect on the guys, she couldn't bring herself to even look at Grant. Panic gripped her, as her modest bust surged. Unwilling to stay here and risk further transformation. Charlotte heaved the car door open, and leapt inside. The locks engaged, before any of her friends could react.
Grant only now noticing how much she'd grown. Leaving behind those modest dimensions. She was beyond blessed, with over-ripe curves. That even now, thrust upwards, and forwards demanding attention.
Charlotte was stacked and mortified by her new body.
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Turning the key in the ignition, the car roared into life. As much as a fifth-hand station wagon can roar. The radio screaming out, the first bars of 'Poison' by Alice Cooper. It was better maintained and upgraded than the car, or it's engine.
The wheels squealed in protest, as she jerked it into gear. Driving for the city limits, as Charlotte tried to flee her new body.
Heart pounding in her chest, and terrified it was visible to anyone capable of looking into the speeding car. As Charlotte drove it out, reality flickered.
Charlotte was in a pink, open-top convertible. Top down, the radio shifting to 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun', while a generous chunk of pink bubblegum appeared in her mouth. Charlotte chewed on the gum, with every appearance of vacuous bimbo concentration.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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