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Not remotely a waste
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âYou cannot be real dude, three bands for this? Where did you even get that kind of money?â you question Eric while looking at the various buttons available within the sleek black frame of the device currently in your hands âI took out my college fundsâ he answers with the confidence of a man who didnât just ruin his future for a TV remote. A remote with nothing going for it that screams âthousands of dollars worthyâ - despite the obvious waste of money in your hands, Eric stands there with a shit eating grin, as if he alone grasps the importance of the device âOkay dude spit it, what does it do?â you throw the remote at him, sitting on the edge of his bed arms crossed over your broad chest waiting for his explanation âThis baby right here can fine tune people; just point, click, and change easy as thatâ he explains with a completely straight face âAt least according to the old store owner down the streetâ you are not quite if you want to laugh at him or to seize his neck until he apologizes for being so stupid âThe old store down the street?! âMagical Trinkets and Other Items out of this Realityâ? That gag-gift shop that hasnât sold anything since it opened and hasnât gone bankrupt just because⊠becauseâŠâ you pause, now that you stop to dwell on it, how is that store even open? Youâve gone to it a few times since it settled down near your block, and not once have you seen anyone actively buying things in it. The old man that owns it is nice and all, but âniceâ doesnât sell the countless dusty gag-gifts youâve seen on his shelves. Whatever, it probably is a money laundering scheme anyways âThatâs besides the point, how could you be so dumb Eric! How could a device like that even exist?!â
âFine, bet you $500 that it truly works as advertised. If you are so confident that I just wasted my money, then Iâm sure you wonât have an issue with winning some easy cashâ Eric smirks confidently âIâll start easy, just a gender-swapâ pointing the remote at you as he awaits your inevitable agreement âFine, use it thenâ eyes rolling, you brace yourself as he presses down on the remote with the widest smirk. A soft click is the only thing you perceive from the device pointed at your body, accompanied by a satisfied look on your friendâs face âOkay? Did you do it already?â you tilt your head quizzically, the rather cute mannerism obscuring a bit of your face when your choppy black hair drapes over it âAlex do you⊠not notice anything different about you?â you raise an eyebrow at that, entertaining his question by giving yourself a quick examination yet finding nothing out of place, only the same plain tomboyish girl whoâs dealt with this idiot since he moved in next door âNo, not reallyâ you give him a shrug, lifting your band shirt just the slightest bit as you stretch and sink one denim covered ass further into the comfort of his mattress âOkay⊠how about - click - now?â an exasperated huff leaves your lips, heâs clearly stalling to not give you the money âStill nothing, now can you please just hand over the cash and take your L dudeâ you answer, rolling over onto your side in a pose that would be cute if you didnât have your panty clad ass bare for him to drool over, not that you mind âThen can you explain why you are sitting here in my room wearing just a hoodie over your underwear now?â you blink at the absurdity of his question âBecause itâs comfy? Duh, plus I know you are not going to try anythingâ he seems to think over your answer for a second, before his faces settles into awe, focusing back on the waste of money in his hands âYou seriously need to go get that money back Ericâ you yawn, stretching wide enough to flash him the white fabric of your panties as the hoodie rides over your soft tummy âDoes it have a - click - return policy or anyt- mmmmph!~â the noise leaving your lips surprises even you, invited out by the accidental rubbing of your sensitive nipples against the confines of a top not used to holding a cleavage that has so immediately and impressively expanded beneath its fabric âSorry, this hoodie is pretty stuffed. Probably shouldâve picked out something that fit these things a bit betterâ you laugh from pure embarrassment, crossing your arms over the bulging outline of your huge melons, hiding them from his awestruck eyes. Youâve always felt self-conscious of their obsc- click - your amazing breasts, putting on tops that perfectly show off their abundant mass, purposely a size too small to exaggerate your ripe curves. Plus, itâs not like heâs complaining âTake a picture pervert, Itâll last you longer~â you giggle, pushing your chest out as your hands close on the side of your tits, straining the fabric nearly see-through before you let go of them with a distracting jiggle.
Heâs had those eyes on your boobs ever since they blossomed back in⊠back in⊠actually, you donât quite remember when they got so huge âAaah!~â a high-pitched squeal breaks your thoughts, brought on by a very handsy Eric grabbing onto a handful of your left tit, sinking his uninvited fingers into your soft flesh âGet off dude!â you hit the offending limb off with an indignant slap, rubbing the violated spot as you back away on the bed âWhatâs wrong with you today? First itâs the remote and now this? We are not like that dude, I thought youâŠâ you stop, not quite sure on how to finish your accusation, yeah Eric might have always been kind of a freak, but this is the first time heâs ignored a boundary just like that - click - âLook, Er- mmmh~â your teeth sink into the plump border of your bottom lip, drawing trickles of blood in an attempt stifle the needy whimper generated by your suddenly burning body, an intense heat so insistently blossoming in your insides that itâs hard to ignore the gaze in his eyes and the lingering sensation of his fingers âYo- mmph donât mind if I- aah take this off right?â the demand to cool off beats out the logical voice in the back of your head, peeling down the zipper to free your sweaty cleavage âMmm~â allowing out a content whimper as the fabric splits and your flushed boobs are freed from their cloth prison, settling into the cups of your bra with a healthy jiggle âMuch better~â you arch into the roomâs air, running your hands across the cooling shape of your breasts, squeezing them appreciatively before they wobble back in place.
âWhat?â you giggle, keenly aware of the hungry eyes stuck to your cleavage - click - âA girl canât relax in here? I mean, you just touched one of them, whatâs gotten you so interested over there?â your suddenly tempting fingers cup around your tits, sinking nail deep into the soft flesh of your chest.
âSeeing something you like?â alternating between squeezing nail deep and testing the hefty weight of the large udders beneath your exploring hands with newfound confidence to tease, itâs all fun and games though, not like you are going to let hi - click - âIf you are not going to hand over the bet money, then man up-â you pull him off his feet, crashing his smiling face between your cavernous tits, delighting in the sensation of his breath against your sensitive skin â-and pay me some other way~â you coo into his ear, nipping on its skin as he desperately tears every piece of fabric off you, eager to see whatâs underneath.
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Did I realize I was basically redoing "Dicey awareness" halfway through this? Yeah. Did that stop me? No. See ya on the next one : )
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