by Mystic Mina » Tue Sep 22, 2015 4:40 pm
The Japanese girl nodded her head, causing her swimsuit to squeak with each shift and bob. The water seemed to drip off its rubbery material easily enough, though the added wetness certainly didn’t detract much from her wear’s… “allure.”
“Do not worry. I am fine! See?” She spun around on her heel to let her friend take a look for herself, but her foot suddenly slipped on the wet tiled floor. With a panicked gasp, she tumbled into the pool, splashing Diana yet again.
But as the cool, clinging water crept along the poor brunette’s body, reality seemed to shift.
The pool, the floor, Yoko, everything seemed further away from her eyes than before, but her view of the ground was obstructed by a pair of full, bouncing breasts. Her breasts. No longer was she just a teenager with burgeoning curves. Now, she was a beautiful young woman well into her twenties with a plump behind, an envious C-cup bust, a very inappropriately sized swimsuit… and a drowning girl flailing about in front of her.
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Lisa was worried. Scared. Confused. But how could she be mad at the little angel clinging to her belly?
“Ssshhh, it’s ok. You’re with me now. That’s all that matters…” The bespectacled young mother was easily able to sweep her child up and shower him with kisses upon kisses. By the time she was finished, Ellie’s face was practically smothered with light pink lipstick.
She didn’t forget about Juliette, though. With fury in her eyes, she rose to her feet with Ellie still in her arms, raised an accusing finger, and was just about launch into a furious tirade, but before she could utter a single word, her fiery-haired boss beat her to the punch.
“This is what I expect from you for our next shoot. Don’t you dare bring this store’s pedestrian trash to my establishment again, or I’ll blacklist you…. and you know how influential I am.” The redhead confidently crossed her arms and stared down at the little family before her heeled feet. “Do I make myself clear?”
“I… I can’t…” Lisa’s anger faded into the store’s cold air as she quietly mulled over Juliette’s words. Lose one of her best paying jobs, or force her baby to become some other woman’s plaything? She turned to Ellie, as if he’d provide an answer to her plight.
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The fox continued to dig away at the fence’s base, unaware of the fatal fate hidden just a short distance away. It almost seemed to smile as it leaned up on its rear legs for take a quick look around, putting its furry red head right in the farmer’s sights. But before Jim could pull the trigger, the thief caught his glint of his rifle’s muzzle. It stared at him from behind the barrel, watching, waiting…
Then reality shifted.
The old man’s gun suddenly felt massive, unwieldy, but it wasn’t his trusty weapon that was the problem; it was his hands. The wrinkled fists he’d grown used to after so many years were gone, replaced by a pair that were far softer. Daintier. Prettier. Their polished black nails shined beneath the hot afternoon sun, and strangely enough, their tips almost seemed sharp.
The rest of his body was obscured beneath his now cumbersome clothing, but a quick wriggle of his smaller gut and slighter rounder behind made it clear: There was much more amiss with his body than just his hands.