This choice: One of the models, secretly a witch, gives them a potion... • Go Back... Rika and Renamon stayed throughout the last of their mother's photo shoot. There was a minor incident with the chesty model's lawyer, but that blew over quickly. The manager of the studio was very slick, and smoothed the matter over without incident.
When it was over, Rika and Renamon headed over to the park to meet with the other Tamers. They met their often, so that their Digimon could play and spar, while they talked and sometimes played the Digimon card game.
(Rika has yet to be defeated.)
As they turned the corner of the studio, they met up with a buxom model in a red dress, who smiled down at them.
"Hi girls," she said, her American accent making the words slightly hard for the Japanese girl to understand, "I want to apologize on behalf of the studio for that bimbo."
Rika smiled up at the beautiful woman, who's skin was the color of dark coffee, her face flawless and young-looking, even without makeup. "No biggie," Rika said, "I could've handled it easily."
The woman smiled. "Still, I wanted to give you something to help repay that woman's rudeness."
She reached into her red leather purse and pulled out two small vials. "They're a breast-enlarging potion," she said.
Rika's eyes went wide, as Renamon eyed her suspiciously. The woman smiled.
"I've been dabbling in witchcraft. I did it at first to annoy my parents, who were religious maniacs who tried to run my life, try to guide me to be like them."
Rika felt an instant kinship with this woman. Renamon relaxed, sensing this, as the woman continued.
"But then I found that there was so much I could do with my newfound powers! I'm now a powerful spellcaster and alchemist, and a potion-maker. I model to support myself and get money for the supplies I need. But now I'm sharing this with you two," she said, placing a bottle in Rika and Renamon's hands.
She pulled out a third, half-empty bottle, and said, "You just need a sip if you just want a little growth. A lot of this can make your breasts too big to move, but the counter-spell as well as a recipe to make more are tied to a little note on each bottle." The woman demonstrated by taking a swig of her own bottle. Rika and Renamon watched in amazement as the woman's chest visibly swelled outward, the twin globes of dark-skinned flesh growing as large as basketballs.
"Wow..." Rika managed after a moment.
The witch smiled. "Enjoy this, ladies. If you need me, don't worry about calling, because I'll be able to find you. My name is Elizabeth, by the way."
Rika and Renamon blinked, and the witch seemed to vanish. Rika looked around in confusion. "Renamon?"
Renamon scanned the area, her supersensitive senses picking up everyone who passed through here, but no scent of the woman they were talking to. She shook her head, and Rika sighed, staring at the bottle as they started walking again.
"Is it safe, you think?" she asked.
Renamon looked at her bottle and uncorked it, sniffing. "It has the EXACT same scent as the stuff she took," she said, unwrapping the note on her bottle with the recipe. She nodded, and said, "I know all those ingredients, and sensed nothing other than they in the bottle. It should be safe for us to take."
Rika nodded, and uncorked her bottle. She raised it in a toast, clinking it with Renamon's. The fox smiled.
"Here's to good friends, and having bigger breasts than our enemies," Renamon said.
"Here here," Rika said, smiling warmly at her partner.
They both took a deep drink from their bottles. indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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