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The Study III
🕑 Added 2024-04-30 15:43:51 +0000 UTCNote: This is a story-prompt for Heathen.
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Nora had always had the reputation of being a goody-two-shoes.
Admittedly, she always tried to do the right thing, sometimes to the point that it became an issue, or even a detriment. She was probably gullible in following whatever rules were laid out for her. It was likely why she had gotten into this whole debacle in the first place. The study.
Nora couldn’t make sense of the hunger she felt at that moment, and the heat roiling through her body as she stared at Daniel — one of her closest friends’ husband. She felt almost feral with need. She stumbled a step forward, but stopped herself from proceeding towards him.
It took everything Nora had to wrench her gaze away, looking down. She could feel Daniel staring at her. They all were. After all, Nora had just grown several sizes in her breasts, hips, and backside. She panted heavily, her mounds rocking. Her tank top looked more like a bra by then, straining to contain the huge mounds on her chest, Nora awkwardly clutching them with her hands. Her spandex shorts were stretched to capacity, now looking like panties. An inch or two of her butt-crack was protruding out over the straining waistband.
Nora’s lips moved wordlessly, a small moan coming up her throat. Her plump hips trembled. She had to get it together. “A-allergies,” Nora stammered, finally. It was the only explanation could she could think of, and an awful one at that.
“What!?” snapped Sarah in bafflement. “You couldn’t possibly expect us to believe —”
“We should go!” piped in Gina, looking entirely spooked. She was staring at Nora as though she was a mutant.
With that, Gina hurried towards the gate, dragging a protesting Sarah with her. But Monica lingered.
“Nora…” Monica’s eyes were running up and down Nora’s outrageously voluptuous body. The woman shook herself out of her reverie. “Er…can I bother you for a ride? Ted’s car is in the shop, so I let him use mine today.”
Nora agreed.
She stopped in the house only to grab a cardigan, which she pulled around her shoulders. Monica was looking around in fascination at all the new, high-tech items. Paranoid that the automated voice would start yelling at her, Nora hurried out of the front door, Monica following close behind.
“Wow, you upgraded things in there,” Monica noted as the two of them climbed into Nora’s SUV.
Nora offered a noncommittal hum as she started the car, her forehead still beaded with sweat from the growth spurt. She was acutely aware of the heaviness of her chest and the squishiness of her posterior. She just focused on breathing, and not thinking about how hot she was feeling. Absently, she rubbed her thighs together, her groin tingling with an unquenchable need.
After she dropped Monica off at her house, Nora tried to drive home, but for some reason, the steering wheel would not abide her. She watched in surprise as the car started driving on its own. Nora flinched when it made a sharp turn. She expected the vehicle to jump the curb, but it continued to navigate quite smoothly.
The car stopped in front of the county jail. “Destination reached,” the automated voice chirped.
Nora blinked when the car went into park right in the middle of the road.
The cars behind her honked their horns, people yelling out their windows when Nora’s vehicle did not resume driving.
Panicking, Nora attempted to turn the ignition back on, but the keys wouldn’t move. The car wouldn’t start. “Fuck,” she hissed.
Only then did she notice the small group of police officers talking amongst themselves on the corner as they enjoyed coffees. Their attention was drawn to the commotion, and Nora felt herself blush. She had always had an appreciation for a man in uniform.
God, it was getting so hot. Nora rolled down the window despite her better judgment. She just needed some air. The yelling and honking grew louder yet became background noise somehow.
Nora breathed deeply. She was just getting so big. Her breasts were so plump and fat, it was truly outrageous. They looked like fucking honeydews, her top barely able to contain them. Nora arched her back, cupping the sides of the mounds. She unbuckled her seatbelt and got to her knees on the seat, not knowing why, but unable to fight the compulsion. She leaned out the window, shoving her chest out. Displaying them for the officers who were gawking by then. One cop dropped his coffee.
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Nora suddenly found herself seated in a holding cell, fidgeting her thighs and tugging at her clothes. She was breathless as she squirmed, her hips unconsciously rocking against the stiff bench beneath her. There was one other woman on the opposite side of the cell, staring at Nora oddly.
Nora could not stop thinking about the officers who had grabbed hold of her, pulling her out of her car as they cuffed her wrists behind her. Her skin seemed to burn wherever they had touched her. She panted quietly. She just wanted more.
Her body prickled. She felt delirious. But she had to focus. She had to ask for her phone call, make bail, and — and —
She pressed her lips together, humming as heat started to build again, her top stretching beyond its limits. Breast-flesh pushed out beneath the straining hem as she panted. Another inch, and the material wasn’t going to cover anything at all. Nora gasped for breath.
