This choice: On the lab bench, the smoke rising from the device looked bad. • Go Back...Chapter #6On the lab bench, the smoke rising from the dev... by: Mr. George   Sniffing the smoke rising from the device, her nose curled in disgust at the acrid stench. Opening the device to survey the damage, Walter struggled with her significant bust as it repeatedly hit the desk, when she leaned in closer. Cursing their size, heft and awkwardness, she sat back.
"Shoot..." she swore cutely.
A quizzically raised eyebrow from Tim, his father wasn't one to be offended by swear words.
"Can't you repair it?" he asked nervously.
"Yes, well, no... Yes, but not with what I have here." She explained, "Darn it all." She sighed, straightening up, she stretched and flexed. Glorying in her young more agile body, she wasn't aware how provocative she looked, or the effect she was having on Tim. Despite knowing that was his father, his body still responded.
"We need to go to the lab..." she giggled girlishly, "They won't recognise me like this... But, if I give you my ID, you can go, and I'll pretend to be your fiancé." Walter suggested. "You can pretend to be showing off, and I'll -like- giggle and coo appreciatively."
Walter was wracked with a fit of coughs, and tried pounding her chest to ease it. Alas, the effect wasn't quite what she expected. Setting her bust rippling and rolling, she hacked up some phlegm.
"That's better." she said. Eyes widening, she stopped, her voice transformed. She sounded like the bimbo she appeared to be!
"That'll make the visit easier." Tim offered sympathetically.
Walter wasn't happy, still gulping, and trying to regain his familiar gruff voice, it was the last piece of himself... the remaining evidence that he was Walter.
She jumped as Tim slipped her lab jacket onto her shoulders. She swam in the coat, too broad in the shoulders, and definitely not tailored for a bust as sumptuous as hers. It was long enough to conceal the absence of a skirt beneath.
"Sooner we get the parts, the sooner you can be restored..." Tim suggested softly.
Slipping her arms into the sleeves, reluctantly she nodded. He was right, but as only her fingertips emerged it was another dagger blow. A couple of pairs of thick socks was needed to ensure the shoes didn't just fall off her feet.
"I should probably drive." Tim offered, reluctantly, she gave the keys for her pride and joy over. She was going to have to play passive, be the passenger. It was driven home to her, as Tim opened the side door for her. Allowing her to swivel her large ass into the bucket seat, swinging her legs in, as the Tim closed it behind her.
Even the seatbelt added to the humiliation, as Tim walked around to the drivers side. At least giving her some privacy to adjust it so her bust wasn't so obvious.
Her whole body thrilled, as Tim revved the engine. The vibrations waking something inside that she didn't want to consider. Just sitting there was ... stimulating.
"Just go..." she managed to chide Tim without revealing her reasons. Tim drove a little too fast, a little too recklessly for Walter. Feeling Tim's joy in the power at his command. Annoyed at his treatment of his prized sports car, she couldn't deny it was stimulating.
Reaching the campus Tim parked up at his lab. Emerging from the car, a breeze whistled around, reminding Walter how little she was wearing beneath the lab coat.
Passing reception, he nodded to the security guard. "I'm just visiting my dad." he explained.
"But, your ..." The guard's reply trailing off, as he spotted the woman beside Tim. Hips pistoning, bust rippling enticingly. Who'd have thought a dull lab coat could act like the sexiest lingerie. Walter surprised herself, blowing him an appreciative air kiss. Mouthing a silent 'Thank you'.
Using Walter's magnetic card, he chaperoned his 'girlfriend' into the facility.
She giggle appreciatively as the chivalrous gesture, brushing past 'as a reward'. Her rump pressing against his crotch, despite having enough space.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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