- IV
- The next morning, Sara woke up in her bed as the morning light came into
- her room. She stretched under her covers, gathering some to her in a
- sleepy embrace. She found herself a little bit confused. It was just
- like any other morning, but she knew that something important was
- different. But what? She couldn't remember much of the previous day.
- There had been that strange girl in the park -
- Then the whole thing hit her. She turned over on her back in shock. It
- seemed so unreal. Right now, as she lay there, she was completely
- enveloped by a shapeshifter. But she couldn't see or feel a trace of
- anything odd. She held her arms in front of her face. All her freckles
- were in place. She looked around and everything was in perfect order -
- or at least, indistinguishable from her room's usual state of slight
- disorganization. For some reason she wanted to preserve this magic
- moment, when for all she could see things could be either way, for as
- long as possible.
- She looked at the ceiling. Embel had said that she would stay as long
- as Sara wanted. This meant that Sara's entire life had changed. If she
- chose, she could leave everything, go off and live however she wanted,
- become whoever she wanted. It was a thrilling idea. She imagined
- getting out of bed and walking out the door, not even stopping to put on
- any clothes, and changing into somebody completely different. Sara
- would leave the room, but anybody walking by her house would see coming
- out the door a mid-30s Japanese man in a business suit. Or perhaps an
- athletic teenager in her gym clothes. Or maybe a disheveled blonde
- stripper, makeup smeared, leaving the apartment of a guy she hooked up
- with the night before. She would walk down the street and get on the
- bus, and Sara Pinter would never be seen again.
- She could do this in a moment. If she wanted. The thought made her
- flush with excitement.
- "Mmmm," said the girl's voice in her ear. "Thinking of me?"
- "Ah, hello. Yeah." Sara's voice was husky from the night's sleep.
- "You have a good time last night?"
- Sara remembered collapsing on the girl's giant, warm breast, her skin
- sticky with her own come. She could feel her face and shouders
- reddening. "It.. It was great," she said. "Everything. I can't
- believe it happened."
- "I tucked you in. Afterwards."
- "Thanks."
- Embel didn't reply right away. The morning sun came in at an angle,
- dancing back and forth in one corner of the room as the blinds swayed.
- Sara felt the day stretching out before her.
- "I'm thinking about skipping my job today," Sara said.
- "Oh boy," said Embel. "What is it you do anyway?"
- "Oh, I'm working at a nursery this summer. It's a crap job."
- "You don't like kids?"
- "Huh? Oh, no, like for plants. A plant nursery. Also the city hires
- us to do gardening work in the parks."
- "Sounds pretty fun. Getting your... hands dirty." There was innuendo
- there, but tired morning Sara couldn't parse it.
- "Um, yeah. Yeah, but I really should be looking for internships. I'm
- graduating next year."
- "Hmm... From the books on the table... Engineering?"
- "No, physics. A bit less work." She tried to keep herself from being
- too curt, but Embel's questions had made her slightly ticked for some
- reason. It was too odd making small talk with a shapeshifter about such
- mundane things anyway. "Anyway, fuck it. You're the most awesome
- thing that's ever happened to me. All that stuff - school, work - I'm
- not sure it matters so much anymore. Nothing's going to be the same.
- Not just in my life. You break so many rules it's not even funny."
- "Not break. Just bend." There was a teeny hint of something in Embel's
- voice that Sara hadn't heard before, but it soon disappeared. "So.
- Grumpyface. Get out of bed. I've got something you'll like."
- Sara blinked. She wasn't wearing her pajamas anymore. She cast off her
- comforter, then stood up and stepped away from the bed. Her skin
- almost glowed in the warm morning light. She felt not of the world, and
- as she rested her hand on her side it was as though she were touching
- someone else.
- She opened her mouth to speak, but Embel softly shushed her. The voice
- in her ear was kind and gentle. "Now... relax. Don't worry, I'll hold
- you up."
- A wave of warmth swept through her, from her feet, up through her legs
- and her torso, out to her hands. Her muscles felt like they were being
- softly massaged all at once. An invigorating tingle filled her limbs.
- It was like a supremely tender hug. She closed her eyes and relaxed
- totally, Embel's skin taking her weight, keeping her standing. Then a
- cool sensation started at her fingertips and toes and traveled up her
- body like she was slowly immersing herself in water. It reached the top
- of her head and she opened her eyes. Looking down, she saw that she
- was suddenly dressed smartly in light, stylish summer wear, accentuating
- but not exaggerating her natural curves. She was totally awake and
- alert, and felt as clean as if she had just showered, ready for
- anything.
- "That felt awesome," said Sara.
- "I know! So what happens now?"
- Sara looked out the window. The sky was chalky blue, cirrus clouds
- scudding along in a breeze that ruffled the leaves of the oak trees
- across the street. She took a deep breath. "First thing."
- "Hm?"
- "Can you make me fly?"
- ***
- The air rushed by, parting around her body like a stream around a rock.
- She had chosen for this experiment a secluded park encompassing the top
- of a hill above her neighborhood. It was almost empty - there was a
- mother with her young son, but they had finally made their way over to
- the playground, safely out of sight. Sara was alone.
- Behind her was a water tower, sitting ponderously upon the very top of
- the hill, and the ground under her feet sloped steeply down from there,
- run wild with long, blowing grass. High hedges blocked the view from
- the road. The early morning sunlight was cool, bright, and golden,
- promising a hot day to come.
- "I'm ready," said Sara, nervous, but alive with anticipation.
- "OK," said Embel. "This is the first time I've done this too, you know.
- It might not work at all."
- "I know. I told you, I'm ready."
- "Right." A silence of three seconds... then there was a stirring in the
- muscles of Sara's back. It felt amazing, like she was uncurling from a
- fetal position she'd been cramped up in all her life. She saw the
- great, mottled brown feathers stretching on either side of her even as
- she felt her balance shift, the new static inertia of her gigantic wings
- forcing her to reposition herself on the grass. Each feather was an
- intricate patterning of browns and tans, beautiful like a Navajo
- tapestry, and as she looked further down her wing they merged into
- multitudinous order, every feather in some way, impossibly, still a part
- of her. Somehow sensations rushed through her new limbs, and she
- realized she could feel the breeze ruffling the little down feathers at
- the top of the wing, flowing over her powerful flight feathers, pushing
- her to the side. All of this happened in the space of two breaths.
- "Damn." Sara's heart almost stopped beating as she appraised her new
- appendages. They were so fucking majestic. She had pictured a pair of
- downy angel wings, not these sleek hawklike powerhouses, stretching
- yards beyond her reach even though they weren't completely unfolded.
- She rested her hand on the crest of one of the things and the feathers
- were strong like pliable steel. She found herself blinking back tears
- of amazement. "They're huge."
- "35 foot wingspan, stretched out all the way. I'd have made them
- bigger, but I can't keep things together over a much larger area. It's
- just lucky you're light enough that this might actually work."
- "Of course," Sara murmured. After all, she had solid bones and a lot
- more muscle mass than any bird, and Embel almost doubled her weight on
- top of that. It was still incredible to see them looming over the hill,
- casting great shadows as they stretched out.
- Involuntarily.
- "Hey. You gonna give me the controls?" Sara said as Embel flapped her
- wings, making fine adjustments to the design as she experimented with
- airflow.
- "Not to start out. I'll try to get us off the ground. Once we're in
- the air, it should be pretty easy to stay up, but right now I might not
- even be able to get liftoff." Embel drew the wings back and folded them
- behind Sara. "We might need a running start."
- "All right. Let's go." Sara started to run down the hill, the strange
- weight of her wings almost making her trip.
- "Jump!" came the voice of Embel urgently in her ears.
- Sara leapt out into the air and Embel extended the wings tautly to their
- full spread. The giant wings took their weight effortlessly. Sara
- found herself gliding down the hill, slowly gaining velocity. For a
- couple precarious moments, it looked as though Embel wouldn't be able to
- stabilize, and her first flight would end with an ignoble plummet into
- the bushes. But then a powerful flap sent Sara soaring over the hedge,
- the forward velocity finally filling her wings with a cushion of air,
- and she flapped again and again, just barely clearing the house across
- the street, passing under the power lines and then she was free,
- climbing, climbing, as the roofs and streets beneath her quickly became a
- checkerboard of brown, green and grey and the horizon revealed itself
- as an unbroken line, the hills rolling in imitation of the ripples on
- the bay that broke the morning sun's reflection into a shimmering river
- of light. At first seeing so much space beneath her made her stomach
- leap into her throat with vertigo, but soon she realized that she wasn't
- going to fall and that same sense of space filled her with joy at her
- newfound freedom.
- "Do you think anyone saw me?" she said, shouting above the noise of the
- rushing air.
- "Probably," said the voice in her ear, quite nonchalant.
- "But!.."
- "Don't worry, nobody could have recognized you. Look." A small mirror
- materialized in Sara's right hand, and in it Sara saw her face. She
- couldn't help from laughing in surprise. She had a cute Scandinavian
- upturned nose, a face full of freckles and a shock of reddish-blond hair
- which was being fiercely tousled by the wind.
- "You did _not_ just turn me into fucking Pippi Longstocking," railed
- Sara, unable to supress a goofy grin.
- Embel's giggle echoed in Sara's ears over the regular wingbeats. "Oh,
- you don't like? Well, maybe we should try Brunhilde instead -" she said
- as Sara's hair lengthened and bound itself into two long ponytails,
- braided with spirals of leather cord.
- Sara could see what was in store for her and laughingly tried to
- protest, even as her clothes began to change into the traditional
- hilariously tacky suit of armor. "No, no, stop -- not the Wagner
- bikini!"
- "All right, it's your funeral," came Embel's voice, and instead of
- returning to normal Sara's clothes disappeared entirely, leaving her
- creamily naked in the wind. Her hair, still in pigtails, flapped behind
- her, and she looked down to see between her legs a beautiful bush of
- curls of the same amber color.
- "Wait--"
- But the shock of being suddenly exposed was immediately overwhelmed by
- the sheer rightness of it. She was powerful and free and she realized
- that right now, clothes were about as relevant to her as they were to
- the distant bird she could see circling still far above her.
- Sara closed her eyes, feeling the wind rushing past, flowing over her
- like a river. Her and Embel, two become one, silent together in the
- sky.
- "It's pure glory." It was clear from Embel's voice that she was
- enjoying the flight as much as Sara was. She kept the wings at full
- extension and circled in updrafts, gliding leisurely from one to the
- other. "I'm so glad you thought of this."
- Sara smiled, the wind buffeting her cheeks. "It was my first wish.
- Since I was a kid."
- "You mean, if you had three wishes? Like if there was a genie?" Sara
- nodded. Embel's clear laugh echoed in Sara's ears, then was swept away
- by the wind. "Hmm... What was your second?"
- "I could never decide. Probably to be able to talk with animals."
- "Ha!" Embel laughed sardonically. "Now, that's something I can't help
- you with..."
- "If it makes you feel any better, my third wish was always to set the
- genie free."
- "Oh, just like in the movie, huh? How touching!"
- "Hey--- Hey! I was a kid, you can't-" But Sara was interrupted by
- Embel's bright voice teasingly singing the familiar strains of "A Whole
- New World:"
- "A new fantastic point of view
- No one to tell us no
- Or where to go --"
- "I wish I could punch you." Embel stopped singing and there was a moment
- of pregnant silence. Then they both broke out laughing, unable to stop
- until Sara's breath ran out and their peals of laughter dissolved into
- joyous sighs. They seemed to float above the city.
- "Hey, you want a turn flying these things?" asked Embel.
- "Sure." And it was easy as if they had always been hers.
- V
- Sara hadn't expected it to be so tough finding a place to set down
- without being seen. She circled high above the city, looking for an
- empty patch of green, but the parks would be filled with people this
- time of day, and approaching the roofs of buildings would also mean
- gliding close over busy streets. But just as she was about to swallow
- her pride and go for a splashdown in the bay, she noticed a clumpy swath
- of trees to the north.
- Of course. The zoo.
- The place was almost deserted this early on a weekday. She came down as
- quick as she could, cupping her wings to brake as she descended over a
- thickly wooded area dotted with nets to keep in various kinds of birds.
- She drifted over a sandy enclosure, catching the bored attention of a
- pair of elephants. A few flaps to halt her descent, and she was on the
- ground, her folded wings filling up a bendy section of one of the zoo's
- winding paths.
- "Um, Sara.." Embel's voice whispered.
- "Get rid of these things," Sara said under her breath, looking left and
- right for people who could have seen her. As the wings melted back into
- her body, she realized that she was still naked. Suddenly that seemed a
- bit weird. "And, uh, I need clothes. For now."
- But as her familiar jeans-and-T-shirt coalesced, she noticed a small
- movement in the bushes. Sara froze, her heart leaping to her throat.
- It was a small, portly girl, probably about six, wearing a bright school
- blazer, which didn't seem to have kept her from escaping the notice of
- her chaperones. The girl stepped slowly out into the clearing, her
- tight-lipped, wide-eyed face bright with trepidation and amazement. She
- had obviously seen the whole descent. For a moment Sara was at a loss.
- But as the girl's mouth opened, Sara was quick-witted enough to bring a
- finger to her lips, flashing a quick smile: "Shhh."
- The girl's eyes opened even wider and her mouth snapped shut. She gave a
- quick nod and ran off.
- Sara's breath was still coming in short gulps. Just like that, she was
- anonymous again, one among a crowd. People walked by and didn't give
- her a second glance. Had she really just gone streaking above the city
- for an hour? It made her giddy.
- "That was exciting," Embel said. "I tried to warn you about the kid."
- "It's strange, you know?" Sara said quietly, leaning back against a
- handrail. "I'm still not sure how much it even matters if somebody sees
- me. Like I feel as if I should be rushing off to change in a phone
- booth. But at the same time, you can turn me into whoever I can --
- well, whoever or whatever I can think of in a couple seconds. It's not
- like anybody could figure out anything about me."
- "Exactly," said Embel. "So for me the main problem is the people who
- see you. You've got to ask, how does what you do affect them? And how
- much do you care?"
- Sara thought for a moment. "Like that girl. If I saw what she just saw
- when I was a kid, I'd remember it for the rest of my life."
- "Right, and you know she's going to think back on it some day twenty
- years later and wonder, Wait, was that real?" Somehow Embel's smirk was
- audible. "Personally I like messing with people. Life is better with a
- bit of magic in it. I like to always leave them guessing."
- "Like, did a random naked girl with wings really just fly over my
- house."
- "Beginner level. I mean more like... holy crap, did this random girl
- really just start kissing me in the middle of a crowded sidewalk. Oh my
- god, it's like she has two tongues. And those boobs are absolutely
- unreal, I've never seen a pair so big and yet so.. springy. Oh god,
- she's really all over me, I can feel those things pressing up against
- me, she's grabbing my ass and her whole body is just perfect, this can't
- actually be happening? Holy shit -- her kisses taste like
- _strawberries_... And then poof, she's walking down the street like
- nothing happened, and nobody around seems to have noticed anything.
- What... the... FUCK."
- Sara found her breath quickening. "Yeah... Or something like. Is the
- girl sitting beside me on the bus. Really the same girl. That I saw
- last night on the internet with a 16-inch cock, splattering her jizz all
- over the ceiling."
- "Yeah, that's it," said Embel, her voice husky and soft. "Or, my fucking
- god that girl is hot but her bathing suit is like three sizes too small
- and her breasts are just overflowing, spilling out of it and oh crap
- I'm staring but it's beginning to tear and holy shit, are they actually
- getting bigger? and now they're out, they're just bouncing all over the
- place and those nipples are the biggest fucking things I've ever seen,
- like little soda cans, and she's finally realized what happened and she
- ducks under the waves but when she pops back up she's wearing a totally
- different suit and crap, it's not even the same girl..."
- "What is it with you and boobs," said Sara, acutely aware of her own
- erect nipples rubbing uncomfortably against her bra.
- "They're AWESOME," came the voice in her ear. "Do I really have to show
- you?"
- Sara frantically looked around. There was a South Asian couple walking
- by on the path a few yards away. "Not now, not now!" she whispered,
- trying not to call attention to herself.
- "Too late," purred Embel, a hungry note creeping into her voice.
- "Hmmmm... You know, your nipples are so hard. Doesn't it just feel
- unbearable?" And they did, pressing angrily into the fabric of her bra
- and making two very noticeable nubs in her T-shirt. "You know, the
- best thing about nipples is how suckable they are," said Embel, and Sara
- gasped as she felt two delicate mouths softly latch on to her. Nobody
- was actually there, but the sensation was just as real - soft, moist,
- and intimidatingly precise.
- "How in the fuck," Sara groaned under her breath, arching her back
- against the cold handrail.
- "Mmmmmm..." Somehow Embel was able to speak at the same time. "You
- taste so good." Sara could feel every flick of the tongue, every gentle
- kiss. Embel took up her nipples and began to roll them between her
- phantom lips and the tips of her invisible tongues, teasing, switching
- from one side to the other and back again. "And you're so hard... Like
- little candies." A warm glow kindled between Sara's legs as Embel began
- to suck firmly, each mouth a perfect fit, each tongue still tasting,
- flicking her nipples softly back and forth. Sara was horrified to hear
- herself emit a long, quiet moan, despite her best efforts loud enough
- for anyone near to hear.
- "Not fair," she breathed, but she was gripping the handrail, struggling
- with all her might to keep from reaching up and grabbing herself,
- pinching and rolling her nipples through her clothes in time to Embel's
- invisible suckling. She writhed in the air, each breath a soft moaning
- sigh, almost to the point where she didn't care who was watching her,
- didn't care what anybody else thought.
- Then she felt the sharp little nip from the mouth on the left.
- There was a bolt of intense stimulation but Sara hardly noticed it, lost
- in the hungry wet need that suddenly blossomed deep in her groin. She
- noticed her hands had made their way to her breasts, where they were
- rhythmically pinching her swollen nipples, trying to drown out Embel's
- sharp nibbling with smooth pressure. She must have cried out, because
- suddenly everybody within earshot was staring at her: a pair of old
- Asian women, a middle-aged man in a business suit with a younger woman.
- She flushed beet-red in embarassment even through Embel's microthin
- skin, but right now the shame just intensified her situation to the
- point where she lost all semblance of control. One hand darted to nurse
- the red craving between her legs and the other just dug in to her
- chest, harshly squeezing and twisting, sending showers of cascading
- sparks down through her body. Her jeans were absolutely soaked through
- with sticky fluid; she could feel it cold against her thighs.
- "Now ain't boobs grand," whispered Embel, "and we've hardly started
- yet." The onlookers were still frozen in astonishment, their faces a
- tableau of awkwardness. With the few fleeting bits of attention Sara
- had to spare, she saw the besuited man wrench himself away and fix his
- gaze pointedly towards the elephant exhibit, though the back of his neck
- blushed a deep red. After a couple more seconds, the older ladies
- muttered something between them and hurried off with quick, intent
- steps. The man's partner - daughter? girlfriend? - was still staring at
- her, her mouth hanging open.
- "You see, what I love about them, about breasts," said Embel, savoring
- the sound of the word, "is that they're absolutely superfluous. They're
- ridiculous. The bigger they get-" and Sara felt an ominous, spreading
- heat deep inside her breasts; she could feel them filling her grasping
- fingers more fully, beginning to expand, to rise like dough, the rich
- sensation of her kneading becoming more pronounced - "the more utterly
- useless they are... but at the same time, they're so powerful! You hide
- them, you augment them, you dress them up. And they're a huge taboo,
- but they're everywhere, they're so much a part of your self-identity."
- Sara's breasts swelled in her T-shirt, filling it ever more tightly.
- She felt the slack in the fabric being taken up as she grabbed and
- pulled at herself, her swelling nubs of nipples poking obscenely
- through, still being suckled by insatiable little invisible mouths. The
- gaping young woman's eyes comically bugged out and, entranced, she
- stumbled a step or two closer, stopping as she reached the edge of some
- invisible social bubble.
- Embel continued without pause, relishing the situation. "The
- contradiction is amazing. Here's what it is: I love the fucking
- awkwardness. You see a girl with beautiful boobs, obviously showing
- them off... but you're a creep if you look at them. So do you stare?
- Do you look away? It's delicious." Sara's shirt was filled to
- capacity, uncomfortably full; she took her other hand from her crotch
- and plunged it into her firm chest. Both hands were working on her
- breasts, ravaging them in ways that would normally be incredibly
- painful, pinching and twisting and scratching. A torrent of rich energy
- coursed through Sara. Every breath was a shuddering groan, and the
- rolling boil of her arousal sent her into scattered twitching. The
- watching girl was still caught in Sara's spell, and her companion had
- turned back to watch out of the corner of his eye, an unreadable
- expression on his face.
- "They're symbols of femininity, but the great part is I can make them
- more than that. I change the whole equation. I exaggerate, I
- caricature, I make them impossible and preposterous... and what do they
- turn into?" The tightness became unbearable. Sara convulsively grabbed
- her flesh and pulled with all her might. The shirt tore easily,
- falling into shreds, and her swollen red breasts flopped beautifully
- free, impossibly reslilient, unmarked by her abuses. The blinding hot
- sensation, magnified by Embel's nibbling, became almost a sharp pain,
- and then torrents of milk sprayed out of her, a white deluge that spewed
- from her engorged purple nipples like high-capacity showerheads, the
- streams many and thick. The young woman in front of her was absolutely
- soaked, warm, white fluid pouring off of her, drenching her clothes.
- And at last Sara fell over the brink into orgasm, tightening every part
- of her body as waves of euphoric pleasure drowned her over and over
- again, the flow from her nipples surging with every pulse.
- "Pure. Sex."
- Embel finally eased off on the milk. Sara was left to lie upon a bench,
- her gargantuan breasts lolling to either side amidst the remains of her
- shirt, quickly returning to a healthy pink color. Each breath was
- still a soft moan. The watching girl, drenched and dumbfounded,
- stumbled up to her in a daze and tentatively reached out her arm, as if
- to make sure that what she had just seen was real. Sara, still riding
- the bliss of her unbelievable orgasm, turned her torso gently towards
- her. The girl's hand sunk more than an inch into Sara's soft, pliant
- breast.
- "So warm..." she murmured.
- Her companion walked haltingly up to her, still averting his eyes from
- Sara. "Come on, let's go," he said and pulled on her other arm. She was
- docile enough to let herself be led away.
- ***
- (more stuff I haven't written yet)
- "I didn't think you needed food?" Sara felt oddly like a babysitter,
- walking hand in hand with the girl down the concrete path. Embel
- bounced along cheerily.
- "Oh, I have to eat like anybody else. But the difference is, I can eat
- almost anything." The girl's face flashed with a scary smile. "Even
- yoooooouu!"
- Sara laughed nervously and tousled the girl's hair. "Should... should I
- be scared?"
- "Nah, don't worry. I've been doing fine till now off of dust and dirt
- and sweat. But flying uses a lot of energy, and I'm running on empty."
- The two of them arrived at a concession stand. Sara leaned down to the
- girl. "So anything here will do fine? What do you want?"
- A mad glint twinkled in the girl's eye. "Ice cream!"
- Sara paid with a ten dollar bill that she mysteriously found in her
- pocket, and they sat at a table in the shade across the path, Sara with a
- bowl of chowder and Embel with a rather tall cone of soft serve.
- "Wanna see how it works?" asked the girl.
- "Sure."
- Embel held her finger in the air above a paper cup on the table. A thin
- stream of clear liquid poured from her into the cup, filling it
- halfway. She swished it around; it flowed like water.
- "Now watch." She took a dollop of ice cream and dropped it into the
- cup. It fizzed for a few seconds, then stopped. The liquid in the cup
- was still clear, the ice cream totally vanished. "Looks like water,
- right? Well actually, even though I can change into almost anything, I
- can't make myself into water. Or any clear fluid. No, this.. is
- something else." She plucked a few leaves from a rhododendron bush by
- the table, dropping them in one by one. They fizzed and disappeared,
- leaving a small black silt at the bottom of the cup. "It's an extremely
- powerful solvent, and it can dissolve almost anything."
- Sara leaned over to look in the cup. "What's that left over?" she
- asked.
- "The part I can't use. Leaves aren't as easy to digest as ice cream.
- Of course, it doesn't matter to me - I just throw the rest away."
- "So why isn't the cup dissolving?"
- The girl raised an eyebrow. Oh, of course, Sara thought. Like always,
- when in doubt, it's part of her. She felt silly.
- Embel giggled, acknowledging the subterfuge. She put a finger in the
- cup and the liquid drained out back into her. "This is different from
- the other things I can make from myself. I can flip it back into my own
- substance if I'm actually touching it, but it's a fundamental chemical
- change. I don't have any control over it."
- "So I guess it's pretty dangerous."
- "You could say. You're safe because you've got a thick protective
- coating of me." The girl took a big messy slurp of her ice cream,
- getting it all over her lips. "Mmm-mmmm! Regular eating is a lot more
- fun, anyway. I like to be able to taste things." She took another
- lick. "Oh! Look at this. You know what else the stuff is good for?
- Etching." Embel grabbed a rock from the ground and held it tight in her
- hands for a couple seconds, then handed it to Sara. "See?"
- The rock was engraved very neatly with her name, inscribed in a swooshy
- heart. Sara found herself blushing crimson, remembering the same symbol
- on the small of the girl's back the previous night. Sara turned the
- stone over a few times.
- "That's.. really neat."
- "Ehh." Embel took the rock and threw it into the bushes. "Dime a
- dozen, I tell you."
- ****
- (little vignette that probably won't make it into the story)
- The bathrooms were only a hundred feet away, a small concrete building
- nestled under trees. Sara hurried into the women's room. It was
- totally vacant, dark except for the dappled sunlight peeking in the
- ceiling vents. There was a mirror above the sink. She closed the door.
- "The closest I came to being found out was this sting operation last
- fall when I actually enrolled myself in a highschool. Look in the
- mirror, I'll show you."
- Sara walked up to the sink. She saw the exuberant Scandinavian face in
- the mirror, her hair still in long amber pigtails. Her small, perky
- breasts, firmer than usual, were barely visible under the T-shirt.
- "This is what she looked like." The pigtails unwound, merged into long,
- dark blonde tresses. She felt skin stretching as her face became a bit
- rounder in the edges, her nose a teensy bit wider, her lips fuller.
- Her long, loose jeans tightened and shrank into workout shorts, and her
- top turned into a snug, short-sleeved shirt with "INGRAHAM HIGH SCHOOL"
- emblazoned across the front. Her breasts swelled deliciously into the
- shirt, stretching the lettering and lifting the hem enough to see a
- small slice of her softly curved belly.
- Sara looked at herself and now saw a strong, athletic girl, four or five
- years younger than her own age, toned muscles visible beneath slightly
- tanned skin. Her hefty breasts filled the shirt like giant, smooth
- teardrops. Sara pushed a finger into them. They were really firm.
- "I'm..." No. "She was.." Not quite. "You were a total bombshell."
- "I know. I think I almost went too far. Stretch back and watch in the
- mirror." Sara put her arms behind her head and arched her back. Her
- firm breasts jutted ludicrously into the air, lifting the hem of the
- shirt up over her navel. She could feel the fabric pleasantly
- compressing her chest. Any given high-school boy would have been
- thunderstruck. "She liked to stretch like that in her morning classes."
- Embel sounded slightly proud.
- "I knew girls like that in high school. They were all total bitches."
- "I know, right?" Embel said. "The other girls hated me. But that was
- probably because I didn't give them the time of day. I was only there
- for this one kid. Cute, nervous, almost no friends. I made sure to be
- in most of his classes. I talked to him, joked with him, smiled at him.
- I think I was the only one who took him seriously. After the first
- week I could tell he had a huge crush on me. He couldn't stop staring
- at my boobs in the beginning, and he would go red as a beet when I
- stretched like that. I pretended not to notice.
- "I expected him to make the first move, but he didn't. At first he was
- really nervous, but that wore off as I spent more time with him. We
- actually got to be friends. I mean, I liked just spending time with
- him. And even though he was obviously really attracted to me, he didn't
- do anything about it. Afterwards I figured out that he had never had a
- girlfriend, and was scared that I'd turn him down. He had really
- terrible self-confidence."
- Sara remembered her first boyfriend. "Lots of guys are like that."
- If Embel had her own body, she would have shrugged. "I guess. Anyway,
- we kept on like that until November. I couldn't stand it. I began to
- brush up against him, supposedly by accident, as we went in or out of
- class. I made my boobs bigger." Sara's own breasts filled with a slow,
- warm flowing and swelled a barely-perceptible centimeter. Little round
- nipples tented the tight fabric. "He still wouldn't move. It got to
- the point where I had to take drastic action. I faked missing my ride
- home from school one day, and asked if I could ride home with him. His
- dad picked us up, and when we got to his house I took him to his room,
- locked the door and kissed him."
- "Just like that."
- "Yeah. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. It was
- his first kiss, and I think it's the best kiss I've ever had. It took
- him a few seconds to begin kissing me back, but once he did there was no
- stopping him. He was so cute though, he couldn't make himself touch my
- boobs. I had to break away, turn around and bring his hands up myself
- before he was able to do that. It was awkward, but it was really good
- too, because we'd gotten to know each other so well. I knew who he was
- and I knew what this meant for him.
- "That's where the problem was. I was getting so into it that I forgot
- myself. He was behind me going to town on my boobs when, without
- thinking, I vanished my T-shirt." Sara's shirt disappeared at the same
- time. Her breasts hardly lost any altitude, floating there in midair
- like two fleshy zeppelins. The skin was creamier and softer than the
- rest of her body. She cupped herself with both her hands and felt a
- delicious resistance as her boobs compressed. She was amazingly
- sensitive - touching her nipples sent a sympathetic shiver right to her
- clit, and filled her with a rich tingly warmth in the core of her body.
- Reeling, she leaned against the wall, and slid down to a sitting
- position. The concrete wall should have been shockingly cold and rough
- against her bare back; instead, it was cool and smooth. Embel continued
- with a smile in her voice. "The kid froze up on me. He wasn't about
- to find out what I was, but he knew something was going on. The only
- thing I could do was try to make up for it by materializing my shirt in
- my hand, and pretending like I had taken it off for him. He was turned
- on enough that he let the matter go. He went DEEP into my breasts after
- that. It was crazy. Later - I don't know how I let myself go this far
- - I let him suck on me. I had grown out my nipples to be pretty big.
- He was so fierce and it was just so awesome that, without warning him, I
- let down my milk. I didn't even care if he knew. But he took it in
- total stride, drank almost a gallon. I think it's because these were
- the first breasts he'd ever really seen, so he didn't know what was
- normal."
- Sara had listened as her nipples slowly darkened and swelled, becoming
- thick brown teats. She rolled them back and forth between her fingers,
- and waves of pleasure shimmered down her body. It was nothing like the
- crashing buildup the night before, but she was surely about to come.
- Her breasts had swelled to an almost unpleasant tightness, and she felt
- them glowing with an angry heat. Her nipples were almost as hard as
- rubber, so sensitive that every fleeting touch made her want to squirm.
- The moment the milk started flowing, her body convulsed with a sudden
- orgasm, resonating along her whole length like the bass string on a
- cello. Her vagina had already been lubricating and soaking through her
- shorts, but now it flowed freely, drenching her clothes and pooling
- stickily underneath her. As her milk sprayed indiscriminately across
- the entire room, it began to bead up on the walls and run in off-white
- rivulets down to the floor, where it puddled viscously. When she
- grabbed one of her tight areolae and squeezed, the flow from her nipple
- increased so much that, if she put her other hand in the line of fire,
- the spray felt like a warm showerhead. She dug her fingers in and
- squeezed as hard as she could, hard enough to bruise her normal flesh,
- but instead of pain she felt a warm frisson that made her moan in deep
- satisfaction, her vagina convulsing sympathetically, as her milk spurted
- out in increasingly unrealistic volume. Her unrelenting flow spanned
- the room with arcing streams of white as she came again and again, her
- back arching against the wall, one hand furiously tugging on her turgid
- nipples and the other exploring the slippery world under her soaked
- shorts. But eventually, gradually, the storm began to pass. The
- torrent stemmed and Sara sat panting on the floor, the room around her
- entirely covered in her wetness. Her breasts still leaked slightly,
- still firm but with quite a bit more give to them.
- "You gave him... that."
- "Yeah." Embel sounded slightly embarassed.
- "His second girlfriend must have been a fucking disappointment," Sara
- said, unable to stop herself from chuckling in a rush of exhausted
- post-coital mirth, imagining a crestfallen young face.
- "What, you mean the other girls can't do that?" Embel laughed. "We
- only had a month together. We made out whenever we could though. I was
- going to stay for the entire year with him, but the school
- administration was getting suspicious about me. I couldn't remain a
- student, and so I couldn't keep up with him without breaking the truth
- to him. I loved the guy but I knew him well enough to know that I
- couldn't trust him with a secret like that. He.. he was pretty
- heartbroken when I had to leave."
- "I can imagine. It can't have been too great for you either."
- "No, it wasn't. That's why.." Embel paused. She siphoned a blob of
- herself off from Sara's body, reforming next to her on the left as the
- thin red-headed girl in the green velvet dress from the previous
- afternoon. She squeezed close to Sara, putting her arms tenderly around
- Sara's shoulders and looking her straight in the eye. "That's why I've
- been totally honest with you. I saw you and I knew I had to be close
- to you. But I didn't come to you as a lover, I came as myself. You
- know my secret. I hope that means we can be together forever."
- Sara felt a touch from her right and saw the girl from the night before,
- again in her gray T-shirt and baseball cap, kneeling next to her with a
- sheepish smile. She crawled meekly onto Sara's lap and locked on to
- one of Sara's nipples, suckling gently, her eyes closing in bliss. The
- milk began to flow again, slowly, trickling from the other nipple as
- well. It felt warm and soothing, so natural to hold the girl's slight
- form in her arms, to run her fingers through her hair. On her left, the
- girl in the green dress looked her right in the eye, smiled, and leaned
- in for a kiss.
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