Here is an excerpt (Too long for Reddit in its complete form!) of the newest chapter of my sequel to the Experimental Medicine Series. 

Chapter 6 sees the sex-addicted futanari, spending most of the morning teasing her helper, a low-energy, but highly interested girl named Penelope who is more than curious about her employer's situation. Things heat up when they make a bet, but in some ways, everyone is a winner.

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I bounced up and down on the balls of my feet a few times and was happy with my balance and walked to the fogged up glass doors which led to the bath itself. It was a bath, but realistically it was more like a hot pool or a jacuzzi. It had a deep end and could accommodate a good ten or more people easily. Lots of good memories in this bath, I thought smiling. The decor was simple white stucco on the walls, the teal tiles of the floor continuing out to the lip of the bath. Walking without the slings and feeling the bounce and slap of both of my sagging breasts on my torso and hips was excellent. ‘This is my sweet spot.’ I used to be immobilized if my breasts were this big. I had gone crying on hands and knees to the doctor to help me make them smaller, when I was even smaller than this. ‘My sweet spot.’ I laughed as my toe dipped into the hot water.---

 A soft groan of pleasure was forced from me as I descended into the almost scalding hot water. It had to be hot or else the restorative elasticity wouldn’t be as effective. I twisted and turned in the water as the line of heat rose up to my cock and pussy giving me a burning start which had me sucking through my teeth and then dropped to my knees letting my breasts float and dance in the hot water. They were more long than round at this point now that I drained them quite a bit. I liked them when they were this saggy sometimes since it was much easier to fuck them with and they were so much softer. A lot less hard pressure from being filled with milk, and more squishy and spongy from the pure fat in my tits. But I had a reputation and an image to uphold. I was the face of the brand.

 Leaning back in the water, closing my eyes, I floated there, the weight of my breasts almost totally negated. Weightless felt all the tension melting away. The skin of my breasts tightened up as my skin absorbed water through the pores along my body. It kind of stung, but I had grown to like it. Slower breathes, meditation, it will be over soon. I don’t know how long I was there, but I heard a sound like knocking muffled since my ears were below the waterline. It happened again, a knocking or something. And a voice calling to me. I am annoyed now. How could they interrupt my bath? It took a lot of time and mental preparation to lead the life I did. To make all these choices. To be the one that everyone looked at.

 Cracking open an eye, it was Penelope. I always played nice with her, since I knew she wasn’t to blame for the interruption. ‘It has to be a phone call. I bet it’s Lucy. She can never wait.’ I sat up and approached the edge of the tub. My breasts were mostly firm again, but still needed some time. I stayed deep enough that the water was still up to my neck, kneeling.

 “What is it Pen? You know how much bath time means to me.” I said and didn’t mean to come off so impatient. But what the heck? She closed her eyes and weathered my snapback and blinked while holding up a phone.

 “I’m so sorry. I know. It’s Lucy. She says it's urgent.” She dipped a foot into the bath carefully and held the phone over to me. I leaned back and scooted towards her as far as I could go while still remaining in the water. I waved my hand towards the towels and she brought me one and I dried off my hand and an ear and took the phone. I leaned back with my other arm out across the edge and sighed loud enough that Lucy certainly heard it.

 “Hello, Boss. How can I help you?” I said in my old secretary voice. She laughed.

 “Haven’t heard that in a while. Didn’t mean to interrupt you fucking your own nipples or whatever depravity you’ve been up to lately. I have a big meeting in a little bit and am going to need to do some shopping for my protege after. Will you be gracing R&D with your presence sometime this week your bustiness?” Lucy said, knowing exactly how to drop each barb and lilt certain syllables into weapons. I had to take a breath to still my heart.

 “So you are finally going to introduce your new plaything to the rest of us, will you? It’s about time. I was just about to get dressed and head in.” I looked at my nails, they needed to be redone too. “Send them her sizes and we can get everything she’ll need ready.”

 “This is why you are the best. Thanks for responding to my email by the way. Also, are you mobile today? Should I send a team of naked servants to carry each of your breasts to the elevator?” I could hear her shark-toothed grin through the line.

 “I already have a dedicated group of people to help me with that, thanks. When do you need this ready?” Looking down at my breasts, I was easily double her size, no triple. She always was the jealous type. It made me think of when all this began. ‘She always wore those needlessly tight suits as compensation.’ I smiled while she prattled on. She snapped off a time, thanked me, and before I could respond hung up on me already starting another conversation with someone near her before the line cut.

 I blinked and pulled the phone away looking up at Penelope. She took the phone.

 “Is everything alright?” She asked. “Anything I can do for you?” ‘Images of her slipping into the pool and riding me danced through my head.’ I shook my head with a smile.

 “You already do too much for me Penelope. I am almost done here. Just a few more minutes and then I will get ready and get out of your lovely hair.” Her eyeline flicked down a few times checking me out, but I did the same. Seeing her squatting on the balls of her feet keeping her butt barely above the water, inches from my face, let me indulge in how her soft ass and legs squished together. Now that I was clean, I could smell her sweat from working and cleaning up my messes.

 “I, uh… I understand. Miss V.” She said quietly. I was about to ask her if she wanted anything from me again, but was distracted by images of her sitting between my breasts while I filled her up playing in my head. I was just staring at her with sparkling eyes, but she spoke up. “Miss V?” I woke from my fantasy and the glaze over my eyes abated.

 “Yes, darling?”

 “This is a personal question, but I have always been curious. What’s it like?” She looked down at the water. I tilted my head not knowing what she meant. “Like, what’s it like? You know… having a, uh, guy’s thing?” She put her hand over her face and shook her head embarrassed.

 “Oh… I see. Well, I mean where do I start?” I let out a little laugh. I was getting hard under the water from the fantasizing and now Penelope was finally showing interest. “I mean, it is kind of a totally different sensation from what I had been used to. It certainly has its downsides, but it's so much easier to get off. Quicker. More concentrated.” The tip of my cock was swimming up closer to the surface of the water. She was hanging on my words. “I’d be more than willing to show you, not that you haven’t seen it all before, right?” A smirk spread across my face. “I can make sure it's just you and me.” I began to turn in the bath towards her. “If you’d like.”

 “Well, uhm…” She was about to say something. “I was just curious. You don’t have to do that. Are you ready for a towel?” She laughed nervously and I scolded myself inwardly as she stepped back reaching for a towel. I was in full prowler mode dragging my breasts across the tile as I got to my feet. ‘What are you doing?’

 “Oh, ah, yes. Thanks, Penelope,” I straightened up. I went to grab the towel she handed me and it slipped and fell, draping over my cock which was far less embarrassed about the interaction than I was. Her eyes widened. “One of the benefits right there. Towel rack,” I smirked to her giggles. “But I have to admit it does get hard all the time. That can be a bit of an annoyance when you have to get work done besides having sex.” She nodded, following the towel hung nicely over my flexing rod bouncing up and down with her eyes.

 “I can see that. Could you ever go back to being a woman? I mean, well, I didn’t mean…” She flustered while I dried off and we left the bathroom and went into the shower room where I kept my lotions.

 “You aren’t wrong. I’m not really a ‘woman’ anymore, now am I?” I rose from the pool taking the lotion she offered me and began to rub it all over my body doing my arms quickly then working towards my breasts. “I don’t know if the effects are truly permanent.” Penelope watched as I ran quick circles over my breasts. Squishing them through my arms and hands and fingers until I was satisfied they were covered. They were just above my waistline again and hugging them felt amazing.

 “That’s unbelievable. So you have no idea? Also, do you need a hand?” She asked, stepping forward and I handed her the lotion.

 “Yeah, can you do my back? Michelle says that anything is possible with enough science.” I took back the lotion when she handed it to me and did the rest of my front half while she started working from my shoulders down. She was so gentle and soft compared to the quick and rough pace I was slathering it on. “Thanks, Pen. Sorry if there is too much real estate back there to deal with.” I passed the lotion back feeling her hands losing their glide as they neared my waist.

 “It’s fine. I got it.” Lines of lotion fell in chilly curlicues atop both my butt cheeks. It felt like a child putting syrup on pancakes without supervision by the time her hands started working circles around the top of my butt and waist. “Michelle is that doctor scientist, right? The one who invented all the pills you take?” As we got lost in the conversation she went on with her task slathering lotion on my massive booty and I couldn’t help but to give myself a bit of a slather myself.

 “That’s… That’s right,” I said slowly, enjoying the feeling of her finally putting some pressure on as she did sweeping circles with her hands. She had both hands working one of my cheeks while I continued to methodically lotion myself up and down in the same spot as she massaged me. My free hand was doing the same to one of my nipples. “She’s quite impressive.”

 “I’ve never met her in person. Nobody has. Half the people who I work with swear she is some kind of AI personality,” Penelope laughed. ‘God it's such a cute laugh.’ It was higher than her speaking voice and kind of awkward, popping off a plethora of short quick ‘ha’s’. I was trying to be quiet, but my balls started slapped against my thighs and I pulled my lips between my teeth and bit gently to calm down. I hoped my spa music was covering the sound well enough.

 “Oh, she’s very real. Ahn. That feels good, Penelope. Thank you. You really don’t have to…”

 “I don’t mind. And you seem to have so much trouble getting around. Your butt is so big. I’m almost done though.” She had switched to the other cheek halfway through.

 “Me too,” I exhaled to myself while pushing out the last images of her I had in my head. After Lucy told us what happened to her. On the day we essentially established the company.

 “So you just took a pill and then next thing you know you have a cock in your panties?” The way she said cock was too lewd. I was close already. She had to know I was jerking off. I let out a laugh slick with post-bath warmth and comfort.

 “I wasn’t wearing panties at the time.” She giggled at that. “Can I ask you to get between them too? If not it’s fine of course.” Any pretense of my shaking being spreading lotion on my body was out the window at this point.

 “Sure, no problem.” She spread under the bottom of my cheeks and she did a few swipes from the outside ending at the precipice of my crack getting deeper and deeper with each swipe. “Gosh, it’s so deep. Seriously, your butt is insanely big. Is there a magic pill for this too?” Her voice was as curious as her hands were as they got closer.

 “Back then it was kind of a ‘package’ deal. But I think she’s figured out how to isolate ass, hips, thighs, breasts, all of it at this point. Oh. Oh!” She was getting very close. I could have sworn I felt fingers brushing against my ring.

 “Do you still take them? The pills?” She continued to lotion me and when I felt her fingers brush me again I almost snapped the tip of one off as the first orgasmic spasm tightened. I breathed hard and shook a bit as I splashed long syrupy ropes across the tile floor.

 “Pills?” I said breathlessly, still cumming. I nodded hoping she could see. The splatting of my semen against the floor almost echoed. “Yeah. Ughhh. I do. Ohhnn. actually.” The most intense part of the orgasm passed and I could talk again.

 “I think that did it.” She pulled her forearm from between my cheeks and stepped beside me. My dick was still dribbling and bouncing with the last spasms. “Does that feel good?” I paused and she showed me a toothy smile. “The lotion. Did I hit all the spots?”

 “I think you got it, Pen. Thanks.” Lotioned up I went to the dressing area and sat at one of the large mirror counters. A new reflection greeted me. This one seemed more impressive and in control despite how small her breasts were, resting on the counter, and her goofy post orgasm face.

 I started doing my face and Pen hovered beside me grabbing things I was reaching for and helping comb my hair and pass me my makeup before being asked. 

 “So you’ll have that penis forever?” She asked, looking at me in the mirror and I shrugged. “How long did it take to grow?” I recalled the time I was down there when it grew. The pumps, the teasing, or orgasms. I got the chills and the woman, well, the person in my reflection shared a knowing stare with me.

 “A few weeks, I think. But my situation was kind of special.” I reminisced while leaning forward on my breasts to get closer to the mirror and do my eyeliner. Penelope’s reaction above me in the reflection was sheer astonishment.

 “A few weeks? Not months? And you suddenly have a full blown cock?” “And balls. But they come in well after the shaft,” I corrected.

 “Where the hell do balls come from? Can you get girls pregnant? Is it actual sperm?” ‘These were all pretty deep questions. Things I had wondered about myself more than a few times. I’d never gotten anyone pregnant before and filled girls up to the brim and more with my cum.

 “Honestly, I don’t really know. It has something to do with my ovaries. The doctor called it one of the biggest sacrifices of the whole thing. You lose your clitoris, but you get a penis instead. If you want to come, like actually shoot cum, you keep taking the medicine and then eventually a sack kind of pops out one day. And it just kept getting bigger and then I started to ejaculate and never really looked back, I guess.” The woman eye to eye with me in the reflection had a tear welling up. I finished the thin black line and blinked it away.

 “That is crazy. So, what. You don’t ovulate anymore either?” Penelope’s jaw was hanging down waiting for this answer like her life depended on it. I just shook my head and smiled. “What!” She said and stepped back from the chair with her hands on her head. “No PMS or any of that?” She said from across the room waiting for the response. I shook my head. “Cramps?” Shook my head. “None of the pain or heavy-handed emotional stuff?” I tilted my head wondering if I actually could have a kid if I wanted one. I messed up my eyeliner and shook my head. “Unreal. I’d be chugging those pills if it meant I didn’t have to deal with my period.”

 “It has its downsides. I am sure you can use your imagination. And instead of spikes of painful weepy depressed detachment, it is replaced with the urgent and furious need to get off. All the time. I want to say daily, but it is like, hourly, for me. 

 “Every hour?” She stomped back as I fixed my eyeliner and got to finishing the rest of my face. I nodded.

 “I am sure you saw me. How many times have I cum since I woke up? Like three times?”

 “Four if you count jerking off while I put lotion on your butt, five if you count the orgasm in your bedroom when you woke up after everyone had left. I got here around the time the last couple were leaving.” 

 I looked into the mirror and she was staring at me with a knowing smile. 

 “Is it that obvious?”

 “Miss V. When you have an orgasm everyone in the apartment knows. And it's not just the build up of moans, it's the smell. Your semen, like, smells really good.” Penelope took a big sniff of the air that lifted her off her own feet as she took it in. “I can smell the cum on the floor in the shower even though the door is closed,” She said matter-of-factly.

 “I knew it smelled, obviously there is a smell. But that much?” 

 “It’s like when you are near an indoor pool, and you can smell the chlorine from the changing rooms. You know? But the smell is… it’s not acrid like pool chemicals. It’s more like, when a really delicious stew has been on the stove and the whole house smells delicious. It’s more like that.” Penelope’s look was distant as she explained this scenario. ‘Why does this sound so familiar?’

 “So you… like it?” She looked at me with eyes that made me feel like I was crazy.

 “My mouth won’t stop watering, Miss V. I love it.” She was almost done with my hair and the curls were looking amazing again. “It is one of the reasons I put up with, I mean keep this job.” She made an ‘oopsie’ face as she said it.

 “There could be so many more benefits if you wanted them.” I licked my lips instantly, taken over again by my desire. “If you like the smell, then you’d love how it tastes.” She rolled her eyes and grabbed a tight handful of hair to do my upper ponytail. My head jerked back and she licked her lips staring at me in the mirror. I felt my lips getting wet as she bound my hair. She leaned down close to my ear staring into my head with great intensity while I watched her reflection.

 “I…” She paused, but her grip on my hair tightened and shook gently and then she let me go. “I’m sorry Miss V. I just care about this job so much. I don’t want to mix business with…” She let her voice fall silent and began to tease out a few accent bangs which would float over my face. When my hair dried the upper ponytail would frizz out into a beautiful fall of curls.

 “...With pleasure? Penelope, you know me. Well, you’ve certainly seen me or at least the aftermath. I’d give you anything you could want and more. Especially if it was fresh and hot.” I winked at her in the mirror and Peneleope’s reaction told me I landed a hit. “Been there, done that, sister. Can’t blame you.” I shook my head and gave her an easy smile. “But I understand your hesitation as well.” My reflection seemed fierce. “It seems like it's finally starting to show. Can’t keep your hands off of yourself can you?” The reflection grinning shined knowing light directly on the girl behind her exposing her.

 “How did you-?”

 “Like I said. Been there. Done that.” Pen’s pace quickened to get the job done and she began taking care of the half-down part of my hairstyle. Her panicked grimace told me it was the last thing on her mind though. “You could speed everything up if you’d just allow yourself.” Something about what I said provoked the hint of a sneer from her.

 “So you are taking these girl dick pills. Can you take another pill and eventually go back? Did the doctor ever tell you if it was a one way journey or not?” Penelope’s deep interest in this topic intrigued me. Her hands became gentle again, too. I shrugged and wondered.

 “I will have to ask her the next time we talk. She is kind of upset with me these days,” I admitted.

 “Sorry to hear that,” Pen said quietly. Seeing her sullen face made me sad too. 

 “It’s fine. She is kind of crazy and into her own world. Doesn’t really think about other people. Manipulative. Selfish. Real psycho type if you ask me. Greedy. Very greedy,” My reflection nodded so sure of what she was saying. It was funny for a woman whose breasts overflowed her own lap sitting down to call another ‘greedy’. But then again, Michelle had gone much, much further.

 “Sounds like you hate her. But she gave you all this medicine to grow your boobs and a cock and stuff.” Penelope played the devil's advocate without knowing that she was advocating for a literal devil in this case. I was thankful to hear her say the word cock again in her dull voice. She hung on the ‘k’ sound, stretching it out. Leaving that word, that cock in her mouth for longer than it needed to be. The girl in the reflection looked desperate to touch the woman doing her hair. My cock was already getting excited about the prospect of that. “That is a pretty huge benefit, isn’t it?” I lowered my head to nod while my other head started to rise. 

 “So have you thought about the huge benefits that I want to give you, Penelope?” I feel one big benefit coming up right now. Penelope obviously didn’t like when I tried to push her like this and grew stiffer than my cock was getting.

 “Makeup and hair is all done, Miss V. Let’s get ready for your shimmer,” She said plainly, ignoring my obvious offer. ‘She obviously wants it, but refuses my offers again and again.’ I wondered how I could break her. An annoyed scoff escaped me and I nodded. She smirked. She knew.

 “Always a life-saver, Pen,” I groaned, getting to my feet still adjusting to the weight. Sitting was nice and I was still big. I had been skipping the gym too often recently and wasn’t much more than a dead fish when the parties were fucking me senseless these days. I used to fuck. Across the changing room there was a corner dedicated to covering my body in something I called, ‘shimmer.’ It was a special mixture of powders, lightly medicated, that helped prevent rubbing, chafing, sweating, and a tiny bit of eco-friendly glitter that generally allowed me to have a body like mine without many of the negatives that most obese people had to face. I was beyond obese, technically. To be clear, each of my breasts had gigantomastia multiple times over on top of it.

 “Right this way, Miss V.” Penelope’s shapely butt and thighs swished back and forth in her tights. I loved that she only ever seemed to wear tights which were showing off the beginnings of an apple bottom. Like a Taekwondo kicker who couldn’t lay off the ice cream and it all went straight to her stomach, ass, and thighs. My cock began to brush the underside of my breasts stiffening nicely. From behind, the apron strings showed off that she was thick in the middle. She spun around, frazzled pony tail whipping, and looked down at my dick without thinking.

 “Here I come, Pen Pen,” I teased, staring at her chest, a bit more than a handful, then right into her eyes which remained locked onto my prick. It stuck out further than my breasts, but not by that much. “See something you like?” I turned to her, my dick aiming right at her round midsection like a sword. Her eyes floated up slowly and met mine. ‘She just needs a little encouragement.’ She was lost for words opening her mouth to say something.

 She was before a wall near the corner where clouds of powder went flying complete with ventilation and stuff. Too much of that in your lungs and you are not going to be a happy camper. I took a step forward and she stepped back. I took another and she was pressed against the wall.

 “Miss V…” She said in a low voice, staring down a bit. I pressed in further and felt my dick press into her stomach as my tits surrounded her. She was trapped.

 “Yes, Penelope my sweet?” I wasn’t much taller than her, but staring down at her, red curls that she teased out for me fell against her face like a rain of intimidation. I flexed my cock, this whole scene was turning me on and going much better than most of my fantasies, and precum soaked into her apron.

 “You’re so close.” She tried to look away, but there were only cushions of breast to either side of her.

 “I’m right here, Pen. And the delicious benefit you want so badly is right down there,” I goaded. My cock pressed further into her stomach. “That feels good.” I started to dry hump her when I felt her arms wriggling underneath my breasts. One seemed to be shifting around in place and the other seemed to be snaking down towards my cock.

 “You think I want this big, stupid, cock?” She looked up with her dead eyes, but there was a spark behind them I had never seen before. Her right hand got free and she immediately grabbed hold of my shaft. It felt good. She was so rough. I nodded and bit my lower lip as a dumb smile spread across my face. She said cock again.

 “I know exactly what you want,” I whispered. She gave my shaft one or two weak exploratory pumps feeling how huge I was first hand. Almost ten inches. “Oh yes, baby. Now check out my balls.” She did, with absolute grace and gentle touches her fingers palmed my shaft and slowly reached down to cup one my balls. She tried to go for the whole sack, but learned instantly that she would have to enjoy them one a time they were so big and full. “Go ahead, Pen Pen. Do whatever you want. Just promise that you will drink it all up when I come.” She gave each ball a nice tight squeeze that zinged a small singe of pain forcing me to lift a leg.

 “You want me to drink your cum? Maybe jerk you off? You think I want to sacrifice my womanhood just so I can spray semen all over an apartment for some poor girl to clean up?” Penelope grabbed the head of my penis hard and worked her left hand over my right nipple. She gave it a twist and grimaced, sending another bolt of sensual pain through my breast and guided me back a step. I couldn’t see it, but felt her hands shifting grip on my nipple and cock swiftly.

 “With her tongue. Because she’s almost as addicted as I am,” I countered, wincing slightly under her unrelenting grasp. She was the one to scoff this time. “You were flat as a board when you showed up here months ago, and your tight ass and legs have only gotten thicker and sexier every week. I am watching you as much as you are watching me, Pen.” Pen paused and her grip loosened, but then she drove me back another step tweaking my nipple and using my cock like a steering lever. “I could practically hear the scratching of your tongue on the carpet and sheets while I was looking at emails,” I smirked. “Fresh is best, Pen.”

 “Miss V, I…” My hands reached forward and grabbed her by the hips. She shivered a bit as my hands explored upwards and found her breasts.

 “Now look at you. You have nice big breasts that anyone would love to play with.” I gave them a nice squeeze. She let out a sigh and loosened her grip on me again. “You never even said thank you.” Her breasts were a soft squishy handful and I coaxed her nipples to hardness as she tried to look away. “All these questions you’re asking about the medicine. Don’t overthink it. Just give in. Let yourself have some fun.” Flexing my cock in her loosening grip, her palm became sticky with precum. She held her hand up and looked at it. “Lick it,” I whispered and let go of her chest.

 “You lick it.” She slapped me across the face leaving a palm print of cum on my cheek. Before I could react she had a thick nipple in each hand and drove me against the back of a wall. “Let’s make a wager, Valentina.” She pushed into my breasts hard enough that my arms were pinned against the wall too. I didn’t realize it, but my tongue crept out to lick the bit of my own cum I could reach after the slap while I stared into her eyes.

 “A… Ouch. Wager?” I winced. It felt like she was going to yank my nipples off of me. They started to trickle and spray as she pressed into me harder, nodding with a crazy look in her eye.

 “A wager, Valentina,” She said in a totally calm voice. “I am going to finish getting you ready for work and if you can manage to not come a single time, then I will ‘give in’ like you want.” My cock was getting hard thinking about the prize and partially because she was using her thumbs to tease the tips of my nipple despite the death grip she had on them.

 “What happens if I lose?” I had to grit my teeth from the stinging, but she pressed her face in closer.

 “Then you are mine. And mine alone.” Her breath, scented with my own semen, wafted into my face. ‘I knew it.’

 “If you want to be my girlfriend you don’t have to go through all of-,” She gripped my nipples twisting them to the sides and it felt like pins and needles danced down to my belly button. I let out a pathetic whimper.

 “Girlfriend? Don’t make me laugh. I will be your master,” Her dull voice found passion flavored with a fire I had never heard from her. I liked this. I wanted to know more about this person. And above all, I just wanted her to keep touching me.

 “My…master? You mean you want to tie me up or something?”

 “You are out of control, Valentina. Rope is too good for you. You need discipline,” Penelope growled. “Then again, if you can get through applying glimmer and putting on your clothing without coming. With my help as always, of course. Then you can just use me like the rest of the desperate hangers on and fill my throat and pussy and ass with cum until I am as out of control as you are.” She let go and slapped the head of my penis stepping back putting her hands on her hips.

 “Just until I put on my clothes, right?” I rubbed my nipples which were hot and sore from being pinched and pulled so roughly and my dick was still swaying after that open palmed slap.

 “You can walk out the door and cum all over the hallway for all I care. If you can last that long. Then again, you’ve already come multiple times in the last hour. Should be easy, right?” Her smirk. That shit-eating grin. I wanted to… I was ready to…

 “I’ll do it!” I blurted. The overbuxom red headed goddess in the nearby mirror’s reflection caught my attention. Both of us looked worried as Penelope’s laughter echoed through the changing room.

 “Good luck, Miss V.” Pen smiled and walked over to one of the wall dispensers holding her hand under it. Each time she pushed the button a powdery puff of shimmer filled her palm. She had a good handful and approached me. “Time for your glimmer, Miss V.” I nodded, eyes losing focus and remembered I was going to pay him a visit today. I was in a hurry, wasn’t I? Penelope circled me deciding the best place to start. “I will be gentle. Like always,” She whispered from behind me into my ear.

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