A Birthday to Remember extended preview

A Birthday to Remember.

Laura rolled out of bed, her head a mess. “Ugh, why do I feel like my head was run over by a herd of wildebeests?” She groaned as she fell onto the floor. “God damnit.”

She blinked her green eyes as her phone started to go off. “Why! Who the hell is calling?” She stood up, her hands around her ears. “Where is that blasted thing? I can’t take it.” Laura found her phone on the floor, along with her clothing. “Ugh. Hello? Who the fuck is calling me? Don’t you know what time it is?”

“Umm ya. It’s ten in the morning.”

“What?” She rubbed her eyes. “How?”

“You sound drunk. Are you okay?”

Laura shook her head. “That is insane. You know I don’t drink. Who is this?”

“Okay, now I know you are drunk. It’s Riely.”

“Riely? You sure as hell. . .” Laura rubbed the side of her head. “Ugh, maybe I am drunk. I don’t know. All I do know is my head won’t stop fucking ringing.”

“What happened last night?”

Laura looked around the room. “I have no idea. I just remember going out to get some food, and after that. . .” She moaned. “After that, it is a complete blank.” She sat down on the edge of the bed. “I don’t even remember what I was supposed to do today. Are you calling because we had something planned? If so, I am so sorry.”

“Oh, you don’t remember.”  Riely suddenly seemed to tense up.  “It’s fine. Just, umm, get washed up. We can meet up later. Don’t worry.”

“What? If I forgot something, I don’t want to—”

“Laura, it’s fine. We will figure it out. For now, just focus on getting your late start to the day going. Okay, girl. Talk to you later. Bye.”

Laura looked at her phone as the line went dead. “That is strange. Hmm almost have to wonder if she has anything to do with my. . .” Laura laughed. “No, that would be crazy.” She put her hands on her hips. “Ahh, well, I better start working on picking up this bullshit. I still can’t believe I let this mess happen. Ughh. . .” She rubbed her chest. “And why do I feel so sick to boot. What the hell happened? Ughhh.”

Laura found herself suddenly feeling hot. “I need to. . . I need to sit down.” She dropped her pants and sat down on the bed. “Ugh, maybe I got sick or something last night. That is just what I need. To have a blackout and get sick over it. Maybe I got an STD. Oh god.

What if. . .” The heat inside of her rose. “What if something awful happened. What if. . .”

She started to rub her boobs in an attempt to relieve the growing pressure in her chest. “Oh fuck what is happening to me. Oh god.”

Laura moaned as she felt her breasts swell beneath her fingertips. “Ohhhh god.

Ohh. . .” When it was over, she stood up and pulled at her dark hair. “Holy fuck! What just happened?” Her boobs bounced around on her chest. “My. . . my breasts! How the hell did they just. . . ahhhhhh!”

She paced back and forth, kicking her loose clothing about. “I must be having some kind of hangover hallucination. That is, it. My breasts can’t really be bigger.” She touched them, moaning at just how sensitive they were. “It must be a very real hallucination. . .” She rubbed her finger against her right nipple. “Very, very real.”

Laura slapped herself across the face. “Get a hold of yourself.” She gripped the side of her dresser. “Okay, so your breasts grew a little. So what? It isn’t the end of the world, is it? You can just get some bigger bras. Yes.” She shivered. “Ones that don’t rub against your fucking sensitive ass breasts. . .” She moaned. “Ugh, I am getting fucking hot again. Why am I getting so hot? I am just fucking stressed. That isn’t a reason for me to be hot!”

She cried out as she felt her butt expand, becoming bigger and curvier. “Fuck!”

She rubbed her now sensitive ass. “Just what is happening to me?” Laura stood up. “I. . . I need help. Where is my phone.”

She picked it up from where she had dropped it. “Riely. She will know what to do.” She stopped mid-dial. “Or. . . or maybe not. How would I explain to her what is going on? That my body just swelled because I was having a panic attack?” Laura shook her head. “No, I can’t say that. But I am not spending this fucking day alone. What if I grow again.” She shivered.

“I. . .ugh.”

She held the phone to her ear and waited. “Come on. Pick up!”

“Laura?”

“Hey. Are you doing anything later?” She looked at her boobs. “I umm. . . I just want to hang out.”

“Ohhhh. . . well, we could meet at your place in, say. . . two hours. If you don’t mind waiting that long.”

“Umm, sure. It will give me time to get dressed and such.” She sighed. “You know.

I will be waiting in the living room watching—”

“Noooooooooo!”

Laura blinked her eyes. “What?”