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A quiet date
🕑 Added 2022-06-07 01:34:13 +0000 UTC“What about this movie? I've heard it's great,” I commented to Rhonda.
"Of course not, I told you that scary movies are a big no for me," she said.
As I looked at the theater list, trying to find a movie that we agreed on, I thought that maybe going on a date with my coworker wasn’t the greatest idea. I mean, she's beautiful, she's got a nice body, she's kind, and she's smart. She has a fish-type mutation that makes her very exotic. The problem is that she avoids any hint of adrenaline. Before coming to the movies, we went to the amusement park and the most exciting thing we experienced was getting on a carousel.
A couple of hours later we left the theater after watching a romantic drama so bland I could barely hide my boredom. To my surprise, Rhonda came over and gave me a tender kiss on the cheek afterwards.
“Thank you going out with me. The truth is that for a… medical issue, I can't get too excited. I'm sorry if I'm so boring,” she said as she took my hand.
"Bored? Of course not. I had a great time!” I lied through my teeth. It seemed the sacrifices were paying off and Rhonda was opening up to me.
We sat in the park to rest for a while. It was hot, so I went to buy some ice-cold sodas while Rhonda waited for me on a bench. When I came back, I saw her absorbed in checking her phone so I approached her from behind silently, ready to play a little joke on her. Before she even noticed me, I put one of the sodas on her back. Rhonda jumped from the seat at the feeling of ice on her skin.
“NO, HELL NO…” she managed to say before her entire body convulsed. Her breasts grew dozens of sizes, tearing apart the little top she was wearing. Her abdomen stretched rapidly, as if she were pregnant with sextuplets. Her thighs and buttocks also swelled, ripping her pantyhose and stretching her miniskirt to the limit.
“A… puffer fish!” I managed to mutter. Rhonda wasn't just any fish girl, she was a puffer fish girl. That explained why she avoided adrenaline.
All the people around watched the show. Rhonda took her jacket, placing it over her huge breasts, while she gave me a disappointed and angry look.
"You're... you're AN IDIOT," she said before turning around and walking away. For a moment, I was mesmerized watching as she balanced her excessively curvy body on her slender ankles.
I’m going to have find some way to apologize, and boy do I owe her a big one.
