A snappy retort (MadzIsStacked flash fiction)
🕑 Added 2023-05-13 00:46:01 +0000 UTCThis is an old short story I wrote based on an old breast expansion post Madz made.
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“Where are we going again?” Madz asked me with an arched eyebrow and arms folded across her chest. I looked up at her from tying my shoes with an innocent expression. “Hm?”
She maintained the look. If anything, her eyebrow arched slightly higher. I stood up to my full height and looked down at her. “To the Rusty Spur. Just for a couple of drinks.”
She lowered her defenses a little. Looking at me for a moment, she then grabbed my wrist and shook her head. “You are absolutely not going to snap your fingers. Not once. Or you’re in really big trouble.”
I put up my free hand in defense. “Okay, okay. I will not snap my fingers.”
I knew what she was referring to. The time she was indirectly referring to was a few months ago, right before she had that big job interview. I think that saving grace for me was the fact that she got the job. She turned my hand over and slapped at my wrist.
“I”m serious, if you snap your fingers and Manifest breastiny me I will really pissed with you.” Her eyes told me that she meant it. I nodded as if the smack was a holdup.
“Message received. I won’t snap my fingers. We’re just gonna have some drinks and enjoy a good time.”
Madz stared at me, studying my face. She removed her round glasses, letting me get a good look at her striking eyes. “OKay, fine.” She replaced the silver frames and curled her lips into a smile. “It’ll be fun, yeah!” She turned to get her purse from its place on a nearby chair and headed towards the door.
The best part about it was that I did not lie.
We had a nice little back and forth on our way to the Rusty Spur. We exchanged updates on our days. I had a boring but productive day, and Madz was feeling really good about her upcoming content drops. I smiled, which Madz took as excitement for the plans she had. She was mostly right.
After a few minutes, we arrived at the Rusty Spur and I found a spot in their parking lot. I was lucky. Normally it was packed enough only for street parking.
Madz got out before I could get a chance to swing around and open her door. I shrugged and got out myself, and then headed towards the door. Madz beat me there and headed inside ahead of me. When I got through I waved to Steve, the bouncer, and moved to our normal booth. Madz was just sliding in. The routine was ingrained in us. I think only I noticed that the normal music wasn’t playing. A few minutes after our normal orders came, a voice came over the bar’s speakers.
“Hey everyone, thank you so much. Next up to the stage is Kason P.” The chatter in the room died down as a meek looking woman approached the stage in the center back of the room.
“This is called: The Busy Stranger’s Daffodil”
The meek woman began her poem, and I excused myself from our booth to grab our drinks. I think that if I was in the vicinity when the lady finished her poem I wouldn’t be able to keep up the game. I glanced over my shoulder to see Madz giving the poet a little bit of attention.
Grabbing our drinks I got back to the table, and slid Madz’s over to her. She gave me a thankful smile, and I made a show of placing my hands on the table. I didn’t have to pretend to be interested in the poetry.
“Foxgloves in hedges,
Surround the farms,
Metabolism is fat,
And so are your arms.
Daisies are pretty,
Daffies have style,
Your bath is warm,
And so is your smile.”
The lady stepped away from the microphone and gave a slight tilt of her head. The timing couldn’t have been better. Madz tilted her glass towards her face.
*Snap*
GLUNK~!
Madz’s eyes shot open as the buttons on her gray shirt strained. Her tits had fattened considerably, wobbling from the sudden manifestation of breast flesh. Her drink spilled on her shirt as the sudden, jarring motion threw Madz off.
Like a flashmob imitating rain, the crowd in the Rusty spur engaged in the customary way to celebrate poetry.
Snaps.
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Madz could barely shoot me a dirty look before her tits began to inflate in volleys. The illusion shattered, I couldn’t hide my glee as her tits grew to the point that they rested comfortably on the table with Madz sitting up. I shielded my eyes with my hands as buttons rapidly pelted me, launched from their failed attempt at keeping the newly prodigious boobs in check. Madz grunted and groaned with each sudden surge, pushing further open her shirt and beginning to destroy the straps of her now very inadequate bra.
GLUNK.
“Hnng!”
Red rushed to Madz’s face as her tits began to spill off the table and push her back flat in her bar seat.
BLORP.
“Ahhh~!”
BOOMP!
I realized that sitting across from the growing blonde was going to get painful soon, so I slid myself out of the booth as smoothly as I could. Meanwhile, her upper garments were long past the point of being able to cover her modesty. Madz looked like a dingy lost in the rolling tsunami of her foaming breasts
“H-hey!” Madz hissed at me through gritted teeth, her heaving mams still undergoing the torrent of growth from the snaps. The waves of growing boobage had me a little distracted. “Y-you’d better get me out of here!”
I smiled innocently, shedding my coat and moving alongside the blossoming blonde. I made an effort to cover her stretching mams from anyone heading towards the bar, and got a punch to the arm for my troubles.
“You are s-so d… d-dead…”
The punch was worth it. If anyone noticed that a girl in the back of the bar grew tits quickly enough to basically fill a booth, they barely noticed. The announcer came up and announced another person coming to the stage. I smiled at Madz and showed my hands, pointing out that I’d kept my promise.
“I’m guessing you wanna get out of here before this next person finishes, yeah?”
