Chapter #6House Visit by: Unknown Cindi could only stare in shock and anger as her previously modest bust ballooned in her shirt. She was a jogger, a damned good one at that. Won her first marathon in college, and kept winning ever since. No way bigger boobs would help with that.
"What the hell was that? What did you do to me?" Cindi yelled, quite angry.
"Woah! Take a chill pill!" The weird woman in front of Cindi said. "I'm tryin' to help. Don't you want a totally bodacious bod?"
Cindi just stared at the woman, utterly bewildered by what she just heard. Even this woman's speech patters were completely out-dated. The last time Cindi heard ANYONE in her life say "chill pill" was when she was in middle school... in 1997.
Cindi was about to question what in the actual hell the woman in front of her said before she realized something: she was still growing. By this point, her boobs had achieved basketball size.
"How am I supposed to jog like this?" Cindi asked. The woman seemed to not notice her question, instead staring at her chest.
"Huh... shoulda stopped by now." The woman muttered. "They're getting hella big. I should do some checks."
"HEY! Fix me!" Cindi yelled, finally getting the woman's attention.
"Hey, like, chill!" The woman said. "Look, I can help, if ya want. My home's nearby."
Cindi wanted nothing more then to find something to shut this woman's mouth, but her boobs were still growing. If this woman made them grow, she can make them shrink.
"Fine, you'd BETTER fix this!" Cindi said.
"Radical!" The woman yelled. "Name's Jane Doe! You're gonna love my place. It's totally bitchin'!"
Today was not going to be Cindi's day, she just knew it.
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Being in Jane's house was a... surreal experience. It felt less like a house and more like a museum to the 80's. Hell, even the outside looked like the house from Family Matters. How dedicated was this woman to a bygone era?
There were old TV's, an 80's kitchen, weird 80's art, the couch Cindi was currently sitting on was 80's styled, and a boombox was playing synth-pop. Though as much as Cindi was loathed to admit, the synth-pop wasn't too bad.
"So, whaddya think of my place?" Jane said, sitting next to Cindi on the couch. "Way cool, right?"
"Look, I just want my boobs back to normal, OK?" Cindi said, looking down at her chest. Indeed, it was starting to fill her lap.
"Oh right! Forgot about that. I'm such an airhead sometimes." Jane said, before...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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