3 comments/ 14874 views/ 19 favorites The Accidental Roommate Ch. 01 By: Ragnarok385 Tyler knew this was going to get ugly. As a matter of fact he knew it was going to be about the coldest conversation his girlfriend was ever going to have. It wasn't that the woman sitting across from them was an unpleasant person; in fact it was quite the opposite. She was a fantastic person to talk to, and no matter the subject, she seemed able to not only hold her own but contribute to the conversation in meaningful ways. No matter how bad Tyler had felt she had been able to either cheer him up, or support him in some way; and so he knew that wasn't the reason. No, it had everything to do with how the woman looked. And Tyler knew it. He had remembered telling her about his girlfriend; had remembered it very vividly actually, expecting quite the awkward conversation in fact. But then the woman had stayed true to her personality and jovially laughed it off. His girlfriend hadn't felt the same way. In fact, it was Tyler's girlfriend who had suggested they meet up. He now realized that his enthusiasm at their meeting was most likely not the best display of emotion at the moment. He also realized as he stared at the two women that there was absolutely no "right" response to her inquiry. He was learning quicker that many of the "conversations" he had with his girlfriend were little more than just Catch 22's, designed to question his motives. It wasn't that Tyler wondered if his girlfriend really loved him, he was just positive that she didn't trust him to love her as much as she loved him. And so he sat next to his girlfriend, her blue eyes icy in their glare across the table at the woman who was Tyler's friend. His friend who stood at least half a foot taller than his girlfriend sat with her hands clasped around a coffee. Her delicate fingers were slender, feminine; hiding callouses on her palms from their continued use. Her arms showed more of the definition and quiet musculature she'd gained from her years as a field hockey player. The shoulders broadened slightly, but not so much that they would have been mistaken as masculine. Red streaks of hair interlaced within her natural brunette locks hanging about her shoulders in their wavy embrace of her neck. Bright green eyes flicked from coffee to girlfriend as she sat a smile across her full lips. Tyler knew her legs were smooth as well, despite his inability to see them underneath the table. Lithe and coursing with the power she needed to play her sport, and yet hardly looking out of place on a woman as slight of frame as she was. Slight of frame though she was, it was the parts of her that weren't slight that Tyler knew his girlfriend despised more than her height. The blouse the woman had chosen was fashionable enough, but where most women would have completely buttoned up the ensemble, she sat with the top four buttons undone. And not by choice, in truth they would have been impossible to close over the woman's enormous bosom since today she decided not to wear one of her athletic bras. From where she sat, her hands clasped around her coffee, her breasts took up the remaining space between her body and the table. It was these that held the gaze of nearly every man on campus, but to Tyler they were just another part of her. Tyler had always believed in taking a person in their entirety, after all that's who they were. You couldn't just take parts of someone and mix them with another person, that wasn't how it worked. "So my roommate has told me all about you." The woman opposite Tyler on the table intoned, "He never has anything bad to say about you." "Around you I find that hard to believe." Tyler's girlfriend stated flatly. "You really ought to give him more credit." The woman chuckled playfully, "many other men in his position would have had much more debauchery in mind once they found out what had happened." Turning to Tyler she pointed, "You know what your boyfriend did?" "I'm sure you're going to tell me." "He went down to the housing office and offered to live off campus instead of sharing a room with me. He told them that if they weren't going to fix their mistake then he would just need his reimbursement to pay for something off campus so as to not burden me." She chuckled again. "It was rather cute and I can see why you're fond of him." "I'm not fond of him." Tyler's girlfriend said coldly. "I love him. Simple as that, so," she began before exhaling and gathering her thoughts again, "so you can imagine my horror when I learned that the amazing roommate Sam Topper, whom I had heard so much about, was a girl." "You never asked!" Tyler blurted out. He quickly realized this was one of those times when he should have just stayed silent because his girlfriend affixed him with an icy stare. "When you said there was a mix up with housing and your roommate didn't get placed properly I just assumed you meant didn't get placed in the proper athlete's dorm." "But field hockey should have been-" "We're not having this argument again." Tyler's girlfriend said with finality. "It's alright Ty; Megan is just having a hard time with this." Sam stated disarmingly. "I don't know if I'd be okay with my boyfriend sharing a room with another girl either." "But you're-" "Thank you for understanding." Megan interjected, cutting Tyler off midsentence. "At least you have the decency to understand that." "And you're implying that in other ways I am indecent?" Sam asked questioningly. "Other than the obvious," Megan gestured to Sam's cleavage on display, "why didn't you ask to move?" "You assume I stayed because I wanted to?" Sam shrugged, "I suppose you could say that, but not for the reason you're thinking, Megan." "Oh? Enlighten me." Here we go, Tyler thought staring at the two women who were dominating the conversation. It wasn't that he didn't know what Sam was going to say, it was just that he had only found out a couple days ago. Sam had already asked to meet Megan, and Megan had obviously wanted to meet Sam to comfort her own ego. After all, Megan couldn't believe a woman like Sam existed. "Maybe some other time," Sam sighed, taking a sip of her coffee in the momentary silence. "I'm not sure you're ready for that just yet. But what I can tell you is that I have no feelings Ty as he is with you." Tyler shivered slightly. He knew full well what Sam meant, but had yet to reveal that to Megan. He wasn't even sure he wanted to. It was only a couple days ago, and yet his mind still hadn't fully come to terms with it. Despite what had happened, the physical aspect of it was certainly real enough. "As much as I'm sure you get your fair share of action," Megan said gesturing again to Sam's chest, "I trust that you understand Tyler is mine." "He's not your property you know." Sam frowned. "He's a wonderful person, both sides of him." Tyler felt the shiver along his spine again, and rubbed his legs together. He wanted to blurt out what was going on. Wanted to tell Megan, wanted to tell someone other than Sam just to make it real, he needed to tell someone. Unfortunately, he knew that wouldn't help anyone, or anything and so he simply sat in the chair as the two women measured each other some more. "Well, you've got your things to do I'm sure Megan." Sam waved her hand around at the coffee shop before gesturing back to Sam's barista attire. "The coffee is delicious by the way." "Thank you, I pride myself on being perfect." Megan stated coldly before getting up. She leaned over slightly to peck Tyler on the cheek. She stood back up to face a now standing Sam who offered her hand in friendship a smile on her face. "It was nice to meet you Megan and I hope you forgive Ty. He really wasn't trying to hide anything from you, honest." "I hope you're right," Megan said as she extended her hand to clasp Sam's. "I want to trust the two of you; hopefully, you don't prove me wrong." Then turning to Tyler she smiled, "See you tonight then?" "Of course honey, I'll be back at close so we can head out to dinner." "Perfect, see you then." Megan gave one last look to Sam before returning to her place behind the barista counter to help another customer. "Well then should we get back?" Sam asked. As if waking from a trance Tyler sprang up from his chair, "Uh, ya, um let's go...uh back." Sam smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "See I told you it would go well." Tyler let her point him towards the door, "You sure? I mean she seemed pretty uptight the whole time." "Nah, she's just staking her territory." Sam shrugged as she walked out onto the sidewalk. "It's a woman thing." "You'd think I would know all about that by now given the circumstances." Tyler sighed dejectedly. "Haha, maybe if you keep that up you will." Sam laughed. "Now let's head back and get you ready for tonight." *** No sooner had Sam and Tyler unlocked the door to their shared dorm room and closed it behind them Sam burst out laughing. "Was that not the most exhilarating thing you've ever done?" Tyler, despite himself, felt the smile creep onto his face. "Honestly, I don't know how I kept it together." "You?" Sam laughed again, "you had the easy part, just sit there. Me, now I had the hard part." "Ha, ha, very funny." Tyler mocked walking over to his bed to sit. "I still can't believe you talked me into that." "I don't know if I talked you into anything." Sam pointed at Tyler, "You seemed as much on board as I was." "Except you've been doing this a whole lot longer than I have," Tyler pointed back before reaching down to kick off his shoes. "Please, I haven't done that in a long time." Sam laughed before reaching down and slipping off her shoes as well. "Maybe I should have done it more often. Doubt I would have had any willing volunteers though." "Yah, I don't know about that either." Tyler said undoing the fly on his jeans and sliding them down to his ankles. "As long as they were around I could have kept an eye on them," Sam said standing up before she shimmied out of her yoga pants. "Oh and what guy is going to act normal when he finds out you did this to him?" Tyler said pulling down his boxers. Instead of the normal genitalia he had known since birth, instead his crotch was hairless, and empty. Looking down at his boxers he chuckled, "Look at how wet those things are. Now I know why women wear form fitting underwear with pads." "Oh that could just be me," Sam said laughing, "I tend to get really lubed up when I'm having dirty thoughts." She pointed to the glistening slit between Tyler's legs, "And that's all me there so be nice to it. Besides," she started before dropping her panties down to her ankles, "you're way too easily turned on yourself." It was still a little weird for Tyler to see his penis and balls hanging from Sam's groin, hair and all. Now that I look at it I should probably shave before tonight, Tyler thought before pointing back at Sam. "I know what my excuse is for getting wet, but what's yours for having an erection when we were talking to Megan?" "What can I say? She's cute." Sam shrugged, and then winked. "And my roommate happens to have a pussy between his legs." "Your pussy I might add." Tyler pointed out before wagging his finger at Sam. "I think it's because you're an exhibitionist and you just hid that you swapped genitals with me from my girlfriend." "Maybe..." Sam cooed, Tyler's cock growing erect on her body. But she shook her head, "You've got quite the little exhibitionist streak in you too if I didn't know any better." Tyler shook his head and smiled. He didn't want to admit it, but today was exhilarating. But all good things had to come to an end. "Alright, enough fun, grab that book of yours and switch us back. I don't want to have to explain this tonight to Megan." "Aww, roomy going to get some tail tonight?" Sam said with a smile. "You know if I kept us like this I think that would bring a whole new definition to the term 'cock block'." "Not even funny," Tyler chuckled despite himself. "Now switch us back so I can shower and get this stuff off of me." "Fine." Sam sighed grabbing a book from her closet. She began turning the pages before she stopped on the one she wanted. Looking up suddenly she had a mischievous smile on her face, "You sure you don't want me to add a couple inches to it for tonight? Girls really like it when-" "Just give me back my dick Sam." Tyler said rolling his eyes. "After today I think I owe her the real thing tonight." "Well it would definitely be real-" "ALL NATURAL!" Tyler shouted, then devolved into laughter with Sam. Between giggles Sam finally managed to get out a couple words before she focused again. "You're really no fun you know that." "Well it's a good thing I have an amazing roommate who has the means to show me how much more fun I can have." *** The Accidental Roommate Ch. 02 Sam scrambled to close the book on her bed as she heard the doorknob turn. Fuck I can't put this back on the shelf, she thought stuffing the book underneath her pillow. I was almost positive I locked the damn door too- "Hey roomy." "Ty!" Sam jumped up on her bed, "I wasn't expecting you until tomorrow night." "Yah, rough night with the girl- er, with Megan." "Ty..." Sam whispered cautiously looking at him standing in the doorway. "What happened?" "I just don't...I don't..." his voice trailed off and his head hung to the ground. When he looked back up he had tears in his eyes. "She's cheating on me." Sam was up from her bed immediately, crossing the room in a few strides. With one arm she grabbed Ty in a tight embrace, while with the other she pushed the door closed behind him. "Hey come inside, no sense in letting the rest of the dorm know about this yet." Tyler allowed himself to be led towards his bed, it was only a few short shuffling steps, but Sam let him cling heavily to her. He almost didn't seem to have the strength to move on his own without her support. Letting him down slowly to his bed she watched him practically collapse in on himself. His body looked to implode, all the sensations and feelings Sam had seen so many times from his face and body language replaced entirely by sadness and despair. She sat down next to him, her arm around his shoulder, holding him as she knew he would have done for her. "Whenever you're ready I'm here." "Thanks." Tyler sobbed. She could tell he was struggling to get his emotions in check. Suddenly she was chilled to the core by a single piercing thought, "Ty...this wasn't because of me, was it?" Sam felt sick as she said it. Deep down she knew that it must be the reason. She'd been there once, in Megan's position and had felt all the jealousy, all the cold rage, and knew what she would have done in that situation. She flinched as Tyler's face turned up to meet her own. And through the tears an earsplitting grin greeted her eyes. "Of course not." "Ty, I'm serious. I'll go...I don't know. Beat the shit out of her I guess." Sam shook her head. "If that little tart was so afraid of me that she hurt you-" "I told you it wasn't you." Tyler sniffed, his emotions coming back under his control. Sam watched as his hands clenched and unclenched, stretching his fingers to the max and then curling them into a tight fist. His breathing slowed down; his eyes closed as breath entered through his dilated nostrils and out in a constant slow stream from his mouth. She knew he was calming himself down, and that any minute he'd have control again, she just had to wait. "It wasn't your fault Sam. You just happened to be a convenient excuse." "What?" Tyler stood up slowly and walked towards his desk, grabbing a tissue and holding it to dab his eyes. After blowing his nose he elaborated, "The night started out fine, dinner, small talk, the usual." He came back and sat down on the bed. "She got up to go to the bathroom before we left and I saw her phone buzz. Without even thinking twice I reached over and answered the text message she'd gotten thinking it was her roommate or something." Tyler shook his head and took a deep breath before continuing, "The text read, 'hey sexy when you gonna break up with that asshole so I can be the only cock you've sucked tonight.'" "THAT BITCH!" Tyler for his part let out a small chuckle, "It gets better believe me. I just assumed it was a wrong number, so I went to respond and tell this fucker off. I opened up her texts, and saw a string of texts from this number, and that she had them under the name Jack. One of them was from earlier today, with a picture of his dick, with the caption, 'Now that you're done talking to that asshole and the slut you were telling me about, this is in the back waiting for you.'" Sam was shaking with rage, but she kept it at a smolder. She was here for Tyler, but knew there was more to the story and let him continue. "So I set her phone back down, and when she came back told her she got a text. She looked at her phone, I could see her eyes go wide as she asked me if I read it. I lied and told her I hadn't. She winced a little, but I had paid the bill so we left and got in the car. On the way back I asked her how her new manager Jack was doing at the coffee shop. She told me that he was 'fitting in well' and I lost it. I asked her if she was cheating on me. You know what she said?" Sam knew it was a rhetorical question so she just held his gaze. "She said, 'Well you can have fuck two girls so why can't I fuck two guys?'" Tyler sighed and tears formed in his eyes again. "She told me that as soon as she knew about you she came to a game to see you and once she saw you she just assumed I was cheating on her. So she thought it was fair for her to sleep around too." "Tyler I'm sorry-" "And you know what the best part was?" Tyler yelled almost in hysterics, "She told me if I promised to stop sleeping with you she would forgive me and stop having sex with Jack." Tyler shook his head tears now freely flowing again. "Can you believe that? She would forgive me! Are you fucking kidding?" He steadied himself, and lowered his voice almost to a whisper, "I just left her at her apartment. Kicked her out of the car on the curb and started back here. I was driving past the coffee shop and saw him in the window." "Tyler you didn't-" "I stopped the car and got out," he cut her off continuing in his soft voice. "I went inside and saw him at a table taking an order. I walked over and shouted, 'Your little cum slut is waiting at her place. Why don't you take the night off and go plow her right in the ass you fucking prick.' And then I punched him right in the jaw. He went down in a heap, knocked him right out. And I was pretty proud of myself, until I saw that the table he was serving was two cops." "Ty you're joking." "Nope, they cuffed me on the spot. Impounded my car which I had left running in the middle of the road, and I spent the night in jail." He sighed before continuing, although his voice now sounded hollow. "I have a meeting tomorrow with the school disciplinary committee, not much they can do to me, but I still have to go since I'm a student here. The police already talked to my parents and the school and most likely I'll be placed on house arrest-" "So you'll have to leave?" "You didn't quite let me finish." Tyler put his finger up signaling her to wait. "But they understand that I'm the top of my engineering class and so I've been granted house arrest here at school until they can find out if Jack is going to press charges." Tyler shrugged, "It's the best I could hope for. The cops don't think he will. It's tons of paperwork and legal fees that he probably doesn't want right now since he just took over the place." Finally he sighed, "It was just stupid of me, should've just come back here." "No, stupid is what she did to you." "Sam, I know that tone." Tyler put his hand on her arm, "That's the tone you have when that bitch forward from Lostra comes to town for a game. I don't want you to do anything to Megan, just let me deal with it. I've done enough already." Sam struggled to control her rage, but she did and slowly forced it back down. "I promise I won't do anything to Megan." "That includes using the book." Tyler nodded towards the pillow. "You really should be more careful with it." "I promise I won't do anything to Megan." Sam said feigning exasperation, "and not everyone has keys you know to our room." "The door was unlocked." "Dammit!" she shouted grinning the whole time. She was taken aback by Tyler as he rested his head against her shoulder and she could feel the tears dripping onto her t-shit. "You really are a great roommate you know. Even if it was on accident." Sam just smiled and wrapped him in a hug before slowly easing out of the embrace. She walked to his desk and tossed him the box of tissues. "Take these and clean yourself up. I'm heading down to the dining hall to get some work done before practice tomorrow. Maybe get some food too, you wanna come?" "I think I'll just hang out here." Tyler sniffed before blowing his nose, "Besides, prison food, while not great, is not actually all that terrible." Sam and Tyler exchanged smiles and a laugh as Sam began packing up her backpack with some books and notes. When Tyler turned away she hastily snuck the book from underneath her pillow into the bag. Then with a smile, another hug, and a jingling of keys she was out of the door locking it behind her. *** Jack hated closing. For pretty much the last hour and a half he was open lately not a single customer would show up. He'd often complained to the new district manager that the hours were ridiculous, that no matter how much he wanted to think so people didn't buy coffee at 9:00 PM. But Jack didn't get to make those kinds of rules and so he grumbled as the clock on the wall read 8:45. His frown deepened as he heard the door to the front slam shut, and turned already starting to groan when he stopped. Walking into the shop was none other than that slut Megan's, thankfully now ex, boyfriend had brought in the other day. He couldn't help but smile as the girl began walking towards the counter. She looked like she had just rolled out of bed, her tank top fit snuggly against her huge breasts while riding up slightly to show the slight hint of abs above her belly button. Below that Jack got a quick glimpse of her long legs and tight butt framed by short shorts that covered barely any of her thighs. His view of her legs was quickly obscured though as she walked towards the counter and slid herself into one of the high bar chairs. "Can I help you honey?" The girl looked up at Jack giving him a sly smile. He'd used his best proprietor voice, and could tell this girl appreciated it. She slung her backpack off her back, and set it on the stool next to her, "What time do you close? I'd hate to have you make something if you're just about to close up." "For you honey I'll stay open as late as you want." Jack smiled laying it on thick. The girl smiled and a twinkle flashed in her eyes, "no need to do that, I'll just a hazelnut coffee with cream and two sugars." "Late night?" Jack asked reaching for the pot as the girl pulled a book from her bag and set it on the counter top with a small notebook beside it. He heard her mumble something, but didn't quite catch it. "Depends," the girl said loud enough for Jack to hear this time just as he turned back around to face her. "I'm trying to decide if this guy I know finds me attractive." "No offense honey, but you're a fine looking woman." "None taken," the girl smiled slyly. "But tell me seriously, why is it that all guys have to have types?" She gestured to her own body, "I mean aren't I perfect?" Jack didn't know why, but he answered her truthfully, "Honestly if you asked I'd do you right here on the counter." "Come on a guy like you probably has a hot piece of ass waiting for him when he gets out." The woman said sipping her coffee. "Yah, but I could care less about her. She just broke up with her boyfriend so she's got some emotional shit going on. If I went over there it'd be for a quick fuck and I'd be out of there." Jack thought he saw something dangerous flash in the girl's eyes, but as quick as it was there it was gone. "So what's this chick got that I don't? Obviously something's stopping you from taking me right here?" "You just ain't my type." Jack shrugged. He knew it was true, but then again he hadn't found a single woman yet who was his "type." "Oh and what's this type of yours?" "You really wanna know, huh?" Jack raised his eyebrow, unsure why this girl was having this conversation with him. Strangely though he felt obliged to talk to her, to tell her what he really thought. He sniffed and itched at the gauze wrapped around his nose where that asshole from last night had broken it. It wasn't the first time, but it sure didn't feel any better. "Sure, tell me why I'm not hot enough for you." "Well I didn't say you weren't hot enough," Jack said waving his hands disarmingly, "I just, well, I just don't like controlling women." "You like to be the dominant personality." The girl nodded, writing something on her notebook, "your dream girl has to be the submissive one. Do whatever you tell her to right?" "Yah, that's the way it's supposed to be." "That's it then? I'm just too forward? Other than that I'm perfect?" "Well I didn't say that," Jack blurted out. "I mean you're way too tall." "Little me?" the girl laughed. "I'm only five ten. You've got to be at least six feet." "Six one thank you. And like I said, you're like ten inches too tall to be honest." "So like what? Children?" The girl cringed a little before grabbing her breasts, "so I'm guessing flat chests too right?" "Heck no! I ain't no child molester." Jack shouted waving his hands furiously. "I like 'em big, bigger the better I always say. Wouldn't mind even bigger than yours." This got an eyebrow raise from the girl, but was quickly replaced with a hungry grin. "And here I was worried that I had brought the wrong assets for this." "Don't get me wrong a nice tight ass with just the right amount of jiggle is just as important." "Of course, of course." the girl nodded her hand still writing in the notebook, "wouldn't want her to be too top heavy." Jack nodded vigorously, his mind racing with all the ideas he's had for his ideal girl. When the girl finally sighed and set her finished coffee cup down she stretched and stood up picking up her backpack. "Thanks for the chat, Jack. When you close why don't you meet me out at my car..." she let the thought linger on the air unfinished. She winked at him and continued, "if that offer to plow me still stands." Jack looked around as if in a daze. Glancing up at the wall he saw the clock read 9:20, I've been chatting for over a half an hour. Fuck, I still have to clean for first shift tomorrow. He looked towards the girl, clutching her book and notebook to her chest, her breasts forced upwards displaying generous amounts of flesh through her tank top. "Give me a second to clean up in here," then returning the wink, "the offer still stands." "Don't keep me waiting too long." She sauntered out of the front door. *** As Jack locked the front door he looked back quickly at the clock inside. "9:30 damn that has to be some kind of record." he whistled to himself pleased at not only his speedy cleanup, but also at the prospect of what was to come. Turning toward the street he saw the girl beckoning him closer around the corner toward the back parking lot. Jack gave it a single second of thought as to why she didn't just park out front on the street this late at night, but as the girl's tank top slipped off one shoulder that second was all the thought it received. He didn't want to run, but Jack certainly didn't want to keep this girl waiting. His legs began to move and with each step he took his anticipation grew. He knew he was already building to an erection and that was just at the thought of the girl so he was surprised a little when he didn't feel it straining against his pants. He knew he must be close to full mast, but dismissed it. As he walked towards the alleyway he noticed something else felt, different. It was almost as though his steps weren't taking him as far as before. And something else felt different, his uniform wasn't nearly as tight across his shoulders as before. It was still tight across his chest, almost painfully so, as a matter of fact, but it wasn't until he reached the corner of the alley and turned into it that he truly noticed something wasn't right. Jack turned the corner and saw the girl beckoning to him a few feet away and he took one step towards her. And fell forward onto his chest. "Dammit, that hurts." Shouted out a voice that was too high pitched to belong to Jack. Horrified he reached up to his mouth as he realized the sound had come from his mouth. Looking down, eyes wide with fright he saw his shoes kicked off behind him, and his pants looked huge in their waist down around his ankles. At least, if he could see his ankles beyond the huge mounds of flesh that jutted up from his ass. Realization dawned on him as he heard a ripping sound from beneath him and felt the uncomfortable pressure centered around his upper back give way. Shirt and thread tore down the middle of his back as warm flesh pressed even more against his ribs and arms. "Wow those are bigger than mine." Jack's eyes shot up to the girl, she was smiling in the moonlight, and was walking towards him. "What the fuck is going on?" His voice again sounded way to high pitch, and even cursing his voice had a sultry note to its tone. "Let's just say I'm giving you what you described." the girl smiled. "Yours are bigger than mine." Jack's eyes shot up to the girl, she was smiling in the moonlight, and was walking towards him. "What the fuck is going on?" His voice again sounded way to high pitch, and even cursing his voice had a sultry note to its tone. "I'm giving you what you wanted." the girl smiled. "Your type." "But how? I mean what? I don't...ooooohhhhh." Jack moaned as he felt something wet slide between his legs. The feeling was fleeting, but the wetness remained, running down his thighs. "You just spent a half an hour describing your type to me, and I've been kind enough to bring it to life for you." The girl tut-tutted with her tongue, "The least you could do is show me some gratitude." "I'll show you some fucking gratitude!" Jack roared as he hurried to his feet. He had already discarded his pants from down around his ankles and had every intention of laying this girl out cold. That was if his body didn't feel so out of balance. He stumbled forward a step; his massive chest slapping hard against his stomach as he stood. He could feel the flesh behind him jiggle loosely with the step, but he still had his dignity. Jack was going to show this bitch. Until he realized he had to look up into her face. Way up. "You were saying?" "How did you get so tall?" Jack retreated a step, causing his massive endowments to shake and jiggle anew. "I'm not tall, I'm still the same five foot ten I always was." She pointed to Jack, "You said you liked smaller women though. Ones with frankly outrageous proportions as you're probably now discovering since you've tried standing and walking. Those curves would be ridiculous for me to carry around, let alone on little four foot ten you." "F-f-f-four..." Jack stammered. "Yes four foot ten." She smiled. "You said I was way too tall for you." Jack stared wide eyed up at the girl then back at himself. His hands reached down and cupped his massive chest. "They're like an L-cup or something." She twirled her hand nonchalantly. "I wasn't sure how much bigger than mine you meant. I mean I'm an H-cup which I thought was pretty big...at least until I saw those. You're gonna have a hard time finding bras for them, and don't even get me started on pants." "Why did you do this to me?" Jack cried as he realized for the first time that his hair had fallen over his shoulders and rested atop his breasts. It had turned platinum blonde, a stark difference from his dark brown hair he was used to seeing atop his head. "Why? Because you fucked up my friend's relationship." Her voice had grown cold. "And he made me promise not to do anything to her. But he never said anything about you. Be thankful this is all I did." "People will notice I'm gone!" Jack yelped struggling to find a way out of his predicament. "No, they won't." Her voice remaining calm and definitely in control. "You will change into this body whenever you leave the coffee shop. Only in the coffee shop will you be able to have your old body, and when it closes regardless of whether you're inside or not you'll transform into your type." She said it with disgust as though she wanted to do more. "I haven't done any of the mental transformations that I could have. You certainly have a very specific view of your ideal woman I'll give you that. If that she's nothing more than a glorified sex slave to do your bidding." The Accidental Roommate Ch. 02 "Please, please change me back I-I-I promise I'll do anything." "Oh you'll do anything. Of that I have no doubts. The problem is you already did it." She strode past him towards the street. "Oh and one more thing," she called over her shoulder. "Jacqueline is a beautiful name. And I would suggest keeping a pair of clothes near the back door for when you leave tomorrow." "You can't leave me like this!" Jacqueline shouted back down the alleyway. The young woman froze and turned slowly looking over one shoulder to the naked, impossible figure of tits and ass behind her, "I can and I will. Now I have to go pick up pieces of a broken heart that you and that slut Megan so carelessly threw away." With that she turned and walked back toward the end of the alley, turning out of Jacqueline's sight. Jacqueline slumped down onto her knees, her posterior contacting her heels holding her almost upright. For the first time in Jacqueline's life, she finally felt as though all the consequences of her actions had caught up with her. All at once. *** Sam slowly slipped back into her dorm room, attempting to be as quiet as possible in case Tyler was asleep. The crack of light from the door luckily illuminated her side of the room and she was able to reach to her desk where she hid a small pen light. Closing the door gently behind her she heard the soft click of the lock. With the small light to guide her she made her way back to her bookcase in the corner and pushed the small panel in the side to slide the special book back inside it's hiding place. A light clicked on from the far side of the room and Sam spun to see Tyler sitting there, arms crossed at his roommate. "Care to explain why I just got a call from Jack's cousin Jacqueline that Jack won't be pressing charges?" "Really that's great!" "Sam." It wasn't so much a question as a statement. Sam knew this tone with Tyler. He'd broker no bullshit. "You told me I couldn't do anything to Megan. You said nothing about that asshole." She let it out in a whirlwind. She'd been holding up her disgust for Jack's misogynistic view of women for a long time and Tyler might as well get the brunt of it. He asked after all, "I gave him what was coming to him that's all." "What did you do?" "I turned him into his own description of a wet dream. I let him keep his mind though, luckily for him IQ scores can't go below zero otherwise I would have given his wish." "You ruined his life Sam!" Tyler shouted. "I didn't ask you to do that!" "You didn't have to! I did it. All on my own." Sam stood there shaking; not with anger at Tyler for his outburst, and not specifically at Jack either. She was shaking for all the times she'd wanted to use this power to give people what was coming to them, and hadn't been able to bring herself to do it. She was angry that all the times since she'd gotten this book she'd only used it selfishly, never selflessly. She'd used it for fun, for pleasure, for pranks, but never for something like this. "It scares you doesn't it." Sam snapped out of her thoughts, "What?" She hadn't noticed Tyler had gotten up and walked over and placed his hand on her shoulder. It felt warm against her skin which was still cool from the night walk. She realized she had hot streaks running down her cheeks, tears she hadn't even realized she was crying. "It scares you that you went and did that to someone else. Someone unwilling, and you can undo it, but you won't. You actually meant it, and that frightens you. I understand." He sighed and put his other hand under her chin, raising it up to meet his eyes. "I understand because I almost asked you to do it myself." "You wanted me to do it?" Sam was incredulous. "You barely know anything about it, about me and it I mean. You don't know what it even is." "I know, but I wanted him to suffer more than anything. Maybe you'd go turn him into a toad or something." Sam chuckled a little through the tears, "Toads are actually really hard. So many different body parts from humans." "I was being facetious," Tyler smiled. "The point is that I'm no better than you. And I don't want you beating yourself up for what you did for me." Reaching up and wiping a tear from Sam's face he continued, "Now, I have to tell you I'm scared shitless about what that book can do. And the last thing I want is to wake up one morning and have you gone full vigilante overnight." "I've always wanted a bat cave." "As cool as that would be, I'm serious." Tyler smiled. "I wanna know everything." Sam nodded slowly. "You're sure you want to know? There's no going back once the cat's out of the bag." Tyler laughed and brushed another tear away. "There was one thing Megan was right about." "Oh and what was that?" "I've always liked you. And I don't half-ass anything." And Sam felt his hand tighten on her shoulder while his other gently cupped the back of her head and pulled her close to kiss her deeply. Shocked as she was she realized her eyes were closing and she returned the kiss pulling him close. After a few moments she broke it, savoring the feeling of warmth on her lips, "You do realize that was two things right?" "Can you just shut up and let me be cool for once." And she did as his arms wrapped around her waist and lowered her body and his onto her bed. ***