Wishr: Morning After - Chapter 2

 Built Atop A Base Story written for me by Julie Saunders

CHAPTER 2

Soon the car had pulled over right in front of the quad on main campus. Julie awkwardly turned to face outwards so she could look through the window, humming as her rear nipples dragged across the back seat. Taking a deep breath she could not help but imagine what people would think, say, or even do upon seeing her uncharacteristic dressing, let alone the body alterations underneath. 

The driver looked up at the rear view mirror again and must have sensed Julia’s trepidation. 

“You’ll knock ‘em dead,” she said. Julie wasn’t certain what to make of the random statement from someone she’d never met before, nor would likely meet again, but she smiled and nodded a thanks. She opened the door of the car.

As Julie stepped out two things became difficult. The first was learning the way she’d need to stand and walk in her newly formed boots, and the young woman wobbled and had to grab the roof of the car for support. Her ring of tits swung and wiggled as she wavered, which only made all the more worse the second difficult thing; pretending to not notice the several eyes that were fixed on her. 

Oh no! I didn’t need THIS to be how everyone saw the new me... Julie groaned to herself as her breasts settled down and she was able to release the car and let it pull away from the curb. Julie stood for a moment, checking how her outfit was resting and trying to pull herself together, but primarily stalling until she finally found the courage to continue. She made her first five steps still not certain of her gate, nor if her new form was being accepted or found disgusting. 

"Wow! Julie, you look dazzling! When you go for a make-over you certainly make yourself over!" the voice of classmate Martina Fincher exclaimed from her far left. Julie didn’t know the girl well enough to be certain if that was sarcasm or not, but it didn’t quite have the bite that Julie felt an insult would have.

“Wow, that’s one brave girl,” came another voice Julie didn’t recognize from somewhere behind her, “She figured out how to carry those!”

Julie had rarely received any compliment since she got into school, and certainly none like these revolving around her look. She smiled, appreciating what she was hearing. Julie turned towards the sources of the compliments and smiled at them. With her head up and looking around Julie soon noticed the smiles from others, both guys and some female folks. A few gave her a thumbs up. 

Maybe she had gotten what she wanted. Yeah, she was noticing that some students looked at her with disdain, but they were clearly in the minority so Julie didn't let that trouble her. 

Julie quickly discovered that in the four-inch stilettos she was a natural cat-walker, the accolades and complementary gestures making her feel as if she was on a runway for more than her extra-sexual look would have done so on its own. Like a supermodel Julie made bolder struts, bobbing into the bounce of her four breasts and actually accentuating their jiggle. This was sending jolts between her legs, but now Julie was fully in command of how she was making herself feel. She revelled in the sensual command she sent her lower tongue to keep her juices in check.

The young student truly felt that she was the master of her new form and look as she took the seven minute walk from the entrance of her school towards the twelve story building which stood gallantly in front of her. As she cat-walked towards the entrance of the building Julie actually loosened her hair, still packed backward, and let it fall over her shoulders like a dusky waterfall. 

As Julie was about halfway to the building, she neared two groups she had been hoping to avoid. 

The first were members of the Kappa Omega Rho Sorority, one of the most feared groups in the school because of their social clout and self-aggrandizing goals. As Julie passed by she heard a number of catty remarks, some about her between the Kappa Omega Rho Girls, some loud “rhetorical” questions about why someone would use the Wishr app unless it was to try to get some pervert Julie must longing for into bed with her.

For the first time since getting out of the car Julie felt the heat of shame washing over her altered form. A cold sweat broke out over her breasts, beads of it dripping down into both of her cleavages. Julie thought maybe it was a mistake trying to own and display what had happened to her body.

But she kept on moving, holding onto the previous compliments and reminding herself how everyone knew the Kappa Omega Rho Girls were asshole to everyone regardless of how many tits one had. 

Just eight steps away from the Kappa Omega Rho Girls Julie fell into the sights of the second group. She was swiftly surrounded by the school’s lacrosse team, the Lady Dogs.

Julie was immediately aware that something was up. The Lady Dogs were known to make trouble at times, but usually only with those who had purposefully crossed their path in some way. 

With her heartbeat spiking Julie tried to walk away from one of the learing lacrosse players, only to bump into another Lady Dog coming from just outside her field of vision - almost as if this was a field play they were acting out. The team of fit females laughed as Julie had to suddenly change course, the stilettos causing her to fumble a few steps. The entire group of them was still moving, but now Julie’s erratic path was sending her crashing about under her top.

“You finally came out of your shell, huh?” one of the Lady Dogs, Helia Dickinson, laughed from behind Julie, “Were you too stupid to know what you were doing with...what is it, the Wishr app?...or was this what you wanted?”

If there had been any question who was in charge of the Lady Dogs the answer had been served now. As Helia spoke the group slowed down their pace until everyone, including Julie, had stopped. Turning around the Lady Dogs moved away so Helia could approach Julia. This was not the first time they had met. Helia had given Julie the customary tour of campus her first day. She was the one who showed her the shortcuts around the school and given her the friendly advice to stay away from certain places at certain hours. But that was the last time she’d hung out with Helia.

Julia wasn’t sure what to say or do, she just stood helplessly and wished she could find a break in the bodies surrounding her. If Helia had wanted her question answered she didn’t indicate she was waiting for a response.

"I've always known there was something about you that you kept buried underneath those unfashionable clothes of yours," Helia said, “I guess that went deeper than we thought.”  Helia stuck a finger into the air and motioned for Julie to turn around. 

Nervously she did so, and as Julie’s rear breasts faced Helia she felt a finger poke her left one just under the nipple. It was an exploratory poke, purely fact finding by checking that they were flesh and not some elaborate fake. But the contact still sent a bolt between Julie’s thighs, and she could not stop the air sucked through her gritted teeth.

“They are real,” Helia herself gasped, this statement no so much a teardown as it was full of legitimate amazement.

"I'm sorry Helia, I've got to go now please," Julie muttered, struggling to keep her shame and fear suppressed. She looked up as one of the Lady Dogs spun her finger similarly to how Helia had. Julie turned to face the other woman once more.

“Yes...of course you have to...” Helia replied. He words had lost their bite, and she was now taking in Julie’s look with more curiosity than disdain. The other Lady Dogs had begun to shift their stares towards Helia. As if realizing this Helia’s entire posture changed, her trum muscular form pulling more upright. Her slight breasts barely pushed out from under the team jersey she wore as Helia’s speech regained some bitterness. “You look...good with this new body and outfit, but be careful - you’ve just covered yourself with lots of sugar, and the ants will come crawling."

Some of the Lady Dog’s laughed, others murmured to themselves. Their ranks broke and Julie hurried away from them and into the building as fast as she could with the ridiculous heels and her wobbling tits. Inside and out of breath Julie closed the door and started to lean back against it for a rest.

Of course, Julie jumped forward as she squashed her boobs against the back of the door. She let out a frustrated grunt and leaned her shoulder against the nearby wall, her busts rising and falling as her breathing heaved. Julie tried to figure out why Helia had approached her. He Julie’s new form attracted someone Helia was interested in? Was Helia somehow jealous? What the fuck had that been about?

It took only a minute for Julie to regain her composure. She had to continue with her day. Straightening up her posture and clothes she took a step towards the stairs out of habit - and immediately stopped herself. Julie had six floors to go and if she bounced and jiggled her tits up all those steps she’d be cumming before she reached the third floor. In days past her comfortable sneakers had made this daily bout of exercise a snap, but even without the concern of her sensitive pleasure pillows Julie didn’t want to think about how she’d climb so many steps in the heels she was currently entrapped within.

Or what would happen if they changed again mid-step.

So the breast-encircled student strutted over to the old service elevator, trying to regather the confidence she’d gotten after exiting the car not that long ago. But this was interrupted as the elevator bell dinged, and Julie realized she was stopping only on the second floor. She looked at her watch.

Oh no, Julie groaned to herself as the elevator door opened. She had five minutes before class began, meaning she was already late by her standard. And the old elevator was not known for its speed. As she fretted a young male student came in through the doors. Julie missed the moment his eyes went wide before the young man blinked and turned his attention to the buttons. He pushed one for the seventh floor.

They rode silently. It even took a moment for Julie to register at all that she was no longer alone, so concerned had she been about the time. Now Julie was aware that the young man beside her was trying to keep his attention on the wall of the elevator, but could not help but make glances towards her when he thought she wasn’t looking. In fact, he practically never took his eyes off her - or at least some part of her - the whole time.

Julie wasn’t certain how she felt about this. It certainly wasn’t an insult. And he wasn’t trying to make his interest known to her or invade her space. He just seemed...interested. She had dressed to be attractive, had certainly wished for breasts to make herself more noticeable, was wearing boots designed to sex up her ass. This was, Julie realized, practically exactly what she had literally asked for.

They were stuck in the elevator together for some time, neither talking nor acknowledging what the other was doing. Despite this Julie felt she had just been complimented on her appearance with a smile that broke across the man’s face when the elevator stopped with a bounce that caused her breasts to do the same. Blushing Julie took long slow steps out into the hallway, making sure to do a ninety-degree turn that showed off her dual-busted profile as the elevator doors closed.

Headed towards class Julie was lost in thought, her own smile creeping across her face as she considered that she was probably a vision that guy wouldn’t soon forget. Her confident strut returned, and her lower tongue happily lapped up warm and welcomed juices and Julie thought about the fact that she’d just willfully flirted with a pretty attractive guy.

But Julie didn’t have time to think about that kind of biology, she had a Biology class rapidly approaching. It was always an exciting course for her, and a full room. Looking to her watch Julie realized it was also going to be a full audience for her entrance.

With that thought the cold sweat washed over her once more.

 Chapter Three coming soon...