THE BUST - Chapter 5 (coda)

These 1,100+ words are the coda to Chapter 5. Also, please note that I went back earlier in Chapter 5 and editing Barb's wish to include that she would want to show herself off;

"Nice? She’s fucking burning hot. I wish I would always be as sexy and turned on as she looks in that picture, except I’d wanna show it all off, keep the freckles, and my big boobs would be real.”

This will all be together when I share the completed PDF with you all.

~Dan

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Chapter 5 (coda)

Barb slowly roused from her sleep. She felt very well rested, and had awoken on her side. She took a deep breath and started to to push herself onto her back, and Barb found both of these actions to be more difficult than they usually were.

Looking down towards the sense of great weight her brain was now starting to register Barb’s eyes popped open. She grunted as she propped herself up and gazed down at her new body – what she could see of it. Her fleshy basketballs obscured her view of everything now. Astonished once again that her wish had been granted and the changes to her body had been real she ran her hand down from her breasts to her ass, amazed that it was actually soft flesh.

A lingering thought fell through Barb’s mind.

“Ada?” she quietly called out, looking around. The other girl must left while she slept. It didn’t matter. Barb could find her again if she wanted. Right now she had bigger things to enjoy.

Barb pushed herself up out of the bed, and almost fell over forward because of the heels. She winced as her massive bazongas bounced and pulled on her. It was a new sensation for the former A cup bearer. She’d have to buy new bras. Barbed smiled at the thought of it. She was relieved to find she could stand straight without becoming instantly exhausted, but the weight of her breasts was ever present and incredible. Barb moved over to the mirror and admired herself. She’s woken up still a little wet, and looking at her gorgeous form was now soaking her lower lips.

“I’m practically you, Poise,” Barb smiled, having turned to look at one of the posters. Aside from her freckles and the natural hang of her gigantic pendulous breasts, she was the twin of the Posie Amberwell in the desktop background. Barb explored her large nipples and hissed in pleasure as she pinched them. She then sent a hand between the string work of her panties to explore its wet and smooth crevices. Everything was exactly as she imagined it’d be.

“Time to show you…me…off!” Barb giggled, and she grabbed a shirt from a chair. She pulled it over her new thick blond main and down across her immense breasts, barely able to get the material to pull down over the lower curve of her areola. When she could stretch it no more Barb released the fabric. She admired the bulging mounds and taught fabric caused by her bust.

However, shortly after she released the hem her shirt started to…dissipate? It looked like the fabric was dissolving into smoke, and as it did so it wafted off Barb’s body and disappeared into the air. Barb stared, puzzled, at her exposed nipples in the mirror. Why was she again bare-chested?

Not dissuaded, Barb walked over to her drawers and pulled out a purple sweatshirt, forcing it over her new torso as she walked back to the mirror. Again, just moments after letting go, the sweatshirt dissipated in purple mist.

Barb was certainly recognizing a pattern.

Needing to make a different test, Barb put her hands to the denim boots which encased her legs and feet. She grabbed them around their sole and pulled, but the heels wouldn’t budge. It was if the bottom of her foot, toes, and ball of her ankle were glued to the inside of the boot; tugging on one just pulled the others.

Barb then hooked her fingers to the white panties. They material stretched, but didn’t actually shift from its position on her skin. The white-stringed thong was also affixed firmly in place.

A trip to the bathroom proved that the make-up that had lightly adorned her face would not wipe off. A brush of Barb’s arm across her mouth proved that her lipstick wouldn’t smear or even lighten.

Returning to her full length mirror Barb struck a pose before it and thought, although that was slightly difficult because staring at herself remained a huge turn on and distraction. Barb reflected back on what had begun all of this; she had wished to look as good as Posie Amberwell.

No!

She had wished...actually Barb had wished for a lot of things, she realized. She went to her computer so she could write out what she remembered. As she sat down at her PC came out of sleep mode because her massive tits had pounded down on the keyboard. It took some adjusting of her chair, and some books under her keyboard, before Barb found a way to type with any sort of precision around her tits.

With the word processor open Barb tried to recall the sentence she’d so flippantly rattled off, or at least the important bits of it;

I wish;

to be as sexy and turned on as Posie looks in the picture

wanna show it all off

keep the freckles

big boobs would be real

Barb sat back and considered what she had typed, hoping she had gotten it right. Thinking about how she’d turned herself in Posie Amberwell was just making her more turned on - hornier than the level she’d woken up at. None of this explained why she couldn’t change clothes.

Then, suddenly, it hit her. Barb realized she’d left out a word. With a few clicks she’d added it in;

to ALWAYS be as sexy and turned on as Posie looks in the picture

She’d wish to look like Posie Amberwell did in the picture all the time, and she would. Anything she was ever going to try on was going to disrupt that look, and Barb realized that was why her shirts had vanished. And of course removing any clothing would also violate the stipulation, so nothing would budge the boots or panties from her body.

“Okay, well, that’s unexpected, but I can think of a way to deal with that,” Barb muttered to herself. She stood up and admired herself in the mirror once more. Something about having eyes, any eyes, gazing on her curvy form was comforting. It felt really really good, actually, and Barb had felt her body craving more while she sat at the computer.

“The positives of being beautiful all the time are I don’t have to spend time doing makeup, or selecting an outfit, or maybe even showering,” Barb smiled. She’d begun to run her hands over herself, linger one on her hip before diving it between her thighs and the white strings. The other hand slipped up the massive hang over her under-boob and found her hard teat, giving it a sharp squeeze. She squealed in pleasure, and Barb’s body flushed.

She really could not let herself keep anyone else from appreciating her fantastic body. Barb quickly got her phone and then bounded back to the mirror. She did some quick searches, some fast selfies, and some speedy submissions. Barb continued to strike pose after pose for herself until her phone buzzed in response.

Club Sway was very interested in having her dance for them. As she had requested, a car was on the way.