This choice: "So..-like- I can be your sponsah..." her tone still eager. • Go Back...Chapter #7"So..-like- I can be your sponsah...". by: Mr. George   With your outline clarified with the doctors, you're satisfied that Claire can't do any serious harm with her suggestions.
"Just remember, I want to be sisters." you tell her, "Not twins who can share clothes."
You nod meaningfully towards her significant chest. Miming it too, with wide cupped hands cradling an imaginary bust.
She pouts, crosses her arms. She's not happy, but soon her instincts kick in.
Gnawing seductively on one forefinger, she 'accidentally' catches herself. Before smiling apologetically to Dr. Chase, and Dr. Matthews.
Switching, she starts sucking on her pinkie, playing with it, as it slips between her incredible lips.
"I'm sure we can make you the woman you deserve to be."
You give her a tight smile, even now those words feel like a threat. You don't want to be a woman at all. But, as the machine mixes up your unique serum, you watch as Claire flirts with the doctors.
A -ping- from the machine announces its' readiness. Dr. Chase draws the thick, pink liquid into a syringe. As a tight-knit group, you enter the next room. A comfy sofa in the centre. Dr. Matthews gets you to stretch out on it, while his colleague prepares to inject you.
A giggle of anticipation comes from Claire, and you're glad you're not going to be one of those flighty, girly-girls. You couldn't imagine being as submissive and easily led as she is.
The needle surprises you, making you jump and hiss. More in surprise than pain. Looking to your arm, you see the mix enter your body.
That's you committed now, the room seems to swim, and your head lolls back onto the sofa as your neck turns weak. The overhead lights are blinding, but even that fades too.
You get the sense of time passing, and as you feel the chill in the air, you realise you're waking. It's an effort, like you're trying to surface from a deep dive. Air burning in your lungs, you work your arms and legs fighting to surface.
Waking with a groan, you hear the difference already. Eyes still closed, you concentrate solely on your breathing. You feel your chest rise and fall. A twitch at the corner of your mouth. Surely, they all feel too big on waking.
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Eyes fluttering open, you take in Claire's excitement, as she bounces on her heels. Eager for your praise, for you thanks. Your eyes struggle to focus, but they don't need to do that, for you to see that your bust is massive.
The bimbo has ensured you certainly won't be able to share any clothes. You're far bustier even than her. Sitting up suddenly, you feel the weight shift. From uncomfortable, to a relentless drag on your shoulders pulling you forward. A twinge from your spine something you'll have to get used to.
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"Jeez, Claire..." you object, "I meant smaller, not bigger!"   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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