Trust Machines Short - Fun Bags

Not my typical fare. But these TM shorts are like that. Written and posted in about one hour. Enjoy.

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“I’m shocked, Taylor,” Britney said.

“What?”

“We venned to get fancy dresses and do our makeup and stuff and you didn’t give me huge boobs.”

“You always complain when I do. Now you’re complaining I didn’t?”

“I’m not complaining. I’m just expressing shock.”

The early evening walk from the mall’s venn area to the dance club a block over was refreshing before plunging into the expected stale air of the club.

“It’s not like I’m into boobs. You just constantly complain your B cups should be Ds.”

“And then you give me Hs.”

“They average out to like over-sized Cs over time.”

“It doesn’t work that way.”

“It does to me.”

They were admitted immediately and were dancing less than twenty minutes since venning. It was a decent night. Plenty of eye candy. Britney found a good looking guy that wasn’t too grabby and tried to dance with him. Eventually he asked if she wanted to get a drink and talk. She couldn’t stop herself from saying, “Yes,” just a little too fast.

“Do you want me to get the drinks or do you prefer to get them yourself?” He asked.

“Myself, or perhaps together.”

“Sensible woman.” They went to the bar and ordered. He paid. “I’ll find us a table upstairs if you don’t mind bringing the drinks back. Some division of labor is efficient.”

She laughed. “Sure. You just want me to serve you.”

“I am flabbergasted by your outdated gender notions.”

They laughed and parted ways.

She found him upstairs waiting for her. “Oh, good, the waitress has arrived.”

“I’ll throw this in your face.”

“Oh, the poor martini didn’t do anything to you.”

They talked for a while. Danced some more. And talked for more some more. Taylor found them. “I struck out. But this looks promising.”

“I’m going home with him. I was waiting for you to stop by.”

“Right. Do you consent to be recorded?” Her demeanor was suddenly all business as she unlocked her phone.

“You are serious. Sure.”

“Can’t be too careful. What’s your name?” Taylor asked him, she was pointing her phone at him

“Roger.”

She waited, moving her hand and forearm in a circular motion.

“Roger Gardner Pulman.”

“I told you his name. Wait, Gardner?”

“My grandmother’s maiden name. Don’t ask me why.”

“Making sure.” She snapped a couple pics of him alone and with Britney. “What’s your cell number and address?”

After answering, he said, “I already called Britney a sensible woman earlier.” His cell beeped. A pic arrived with the text «Is this you?»

He replied «Yes.»

“Cool. Have fun you two. Roger, can I whisper something you can’t tell her?”

“Are you kidding?” Britney said.

“You’ll thank me later.”

“Fine.”

* * *

Later, Britney and Roger were in bed. She was still half in her dress when she leaned back and pulled it over her head. She immediately realized Taylor had pranked her again. Freed from the dress, her breasts instantly ballooned in size, well beyond the typical H cups Taylor was known for. She was knocked flat on the bed, pinned beneath them.

Roger laughed. “I thought she was kidding.”

“Holy fuck. I’ll kill her.”

“Oh, please calm down. Don’t let this be a mood killer.” He tried to kiss her but they were in the way.

“I’m not mad at you.” She started laughing. “I can’t sit up.” In addition to being enormous, they were insanely sensitive. His hand was rubbing the areola of one of them. It was bigger than his hand. “Oh, god, that’s…”

“She isn’t a total dick, I see.”

“I will get my… ooohhh, fuck... revenge. Just… just keep rubbing them.” After a few moments she orgasmed. As she rode it out a thought occurred to her ruining her mood. “Fuck.”

“Was it good?”

“It was great. I just realized she insisted we set the machines for sixteen hours instead our usual eight.”

He laughed. “Guess I’m stuck with a lot more of you to work on.”

“In that case, get to work.”

* * *

“You don’t have to stay.”

“I just wanted to kiss you one more time in your normal body. I’m fine. And we are getting along, I hope.”

“I am stuck in bed. You saw what happened when I tried to stand up.”

“Your friend said she was sorry.”

“I know. Her text said she assumed I’d be alone when this happened.”

“I hope you aren’t still plotting revenge against her…”

“I am.”

“… without me.”

“Oo, what do you have in mind?”

* * *

“You heard a boing?” Martin said. He had recently started dating Taylor.

“I swear they were spring loaded,” Roger said.

“I didn’t put a boing sound, or springs for that matter, in her boobs,” Taylor said.

“You weren’t there,” Britney said.

“Every time you tell the story it gets bigger.”

“Like my breasts were.”

The group laughed.

“I think you should thank me.” Her best friend pointed at the engagement ring on Britney’s hand.

“Oh, yeah, manifesting immense boobs was how I got Roger to stay with me.”

“Do I need to remind you, you go to the machine and repeat those boobs once a month?” Taylor said.

“I really don’t mind them,” Roger said. “We should have venned them tonight.”

“It would have been appropriate.”

They four of them were in Roger and Britney’s living room. The two of them were sitting next one another on the sofa.

“They’re fun for short periods of time,” Britney said. “Just like you’re finding my revenge is fun, I hope.”

“I can’t believe I convinced you to wait nearly a year to get your revenge,” Roger said. The two of them kissed one another.

“Worth the delay,” Britney said.

“I can’t believe you helped her,” Taylor said to Martin, who sat on her lap. He kissed her and her stern comment had less bite.

“I am an assman.”

Taylor’s ass was as pliant as a bean bag chair. It was also the size of a bean bag chair, easily supporting her and Martin. Roger had moved the chair that usually was there out the way since he knew she would be taking up a lot of space on the floor tonight.

“Just be glad I made your dress expand with your ass.”