“Quiet!!!” The librarian huffed before she shuffled her way back to her desk.
Tina stared at Colin with flustered cheeks, “Just take the damn book so we can start reading…”
“Oh yes, oh course… hehe…” Colin said as he walked over to one of the fake wood tables set up between the shelves of fiction and the dusty old desktops set out for anyone doing research.
Colin tried to focus on the murder mystery printed on the crisp pages before him, his mind pulling him into the world of late nineties San Francis-
“So who was she?” Tina whispered next to him.
“She?” Colin asked as he tried to read his way through the opening monologue.
“The woman squeezing your crotch from the other side of the bookshelf.” Tina plainly said.
“What?!” Colin whispered back.
“I’m not mad… I just want her name.” Tina said.
“I don’t even know her name.” Colin said.
“So it was a complete stranger massaging your balls and you were just casually giving each other a longing stare?” Tina asked.
“Longing? I was freaking the hell out!” Colin whispered. “I wanted to scream!!!”
“… So you’re just hesitant after what happened with Willow’s mom?” Tina said.
“Yes! I mean no! I mean-“ Colin said as the librarian angrily shushed him.
“I don’t know….” Colin whispered as he buried his face in the novel he was holding.
‘Guess I’ll learn more about her when I find them fucking in the bathroom…’ the goth thought as she remembered going out to get the wallet she left in her van, only to be greeted by the sight of her love balls deep in a stranger.
“Giselle.” A voice whispered as glazed pink eyes watched the couple from a few desks away.
“Giselle, are you even listening to me?” The voice asked again as she watched him put a hand on her icy pale shoulder and pull her in tight.
“GISELLE!!!!” The voice whispered furiously as she was smacked in the back of the head.
“Ow, what the hell Persephone?!” Giselle whispered.
“You just stared off into space again, are you sure you’re fine?” Persephone asked as she pulled her laptop out.
Giselle pushed her glasses up nervously; a couple days ago she was out on her uncle’s boat fishing with him when she saw this blinding pink light and woke up in the hospital (apparently she was laying on the deck unconscious).
“Are we writing up this resume or not?” Persephone asked.
“Oh, yes, of course… it’s just…” Giselle said as she started tugging at her bra strap. “I think I need to adjust my…”
“Alright, say no more.” Persephone said.
In the bathroom, Giselle unbuttoned her blouse and looked at herself.
“Jesus Christ, did you dig this out of the donation box?” Her friend said to her.
“This fit just fine last week…” Giselle said. “Maybe it shrunk in the wash?”
Persephone stared “Giselle, you’re a G-cup trying to squeeze into a C.”
Giselle’s head hurt as her vision flushed pink; images flooded her head of her own breasts swelling up so much that they were practically inflating, and fizzled away just as quickly.
“Hey, you need some aspirin or something?” her friend asked.
“N-No, you’re r-right… I am a lot bigger than I realized…” Giselle said as her eyes turned back to normal.
“Relax, you can borrow one of mine.” Persephone said as she pulled one out of her purse, “I usually save this for the club but looked like you could really use it.
“That’s a push-up bra though…” the brunette blushed.
“And you’re wearing a thong under your skirt.” Persephone said as she lifted it up to show her friend the black fabric wedged in her crack.
“But those are briefs…” Giselle stated as the intense hot pink flooded her eyes again, dissolving images of her butt stretching out and ripping her pants flashing through her mind.
“Well if you really don’t wanna wear a bra, it’s fine in my book…” Persephone said.
“Okay fine!” Giselle said as she put her friend’s bra on with the thought of, ‘They look even bigger now….’
Persephone went back to the desk to open her laptop and get typing, that internship wasn’t gonna take Giselle without a written resume.
As Giselle was walking out of the bathroom, she bumped into some random guy.
“Oh sorry, I didn’t see you the-ERE-ERE-ERE!” He jumped as she stared at him.
It was him… that perfect specimen… the one from her dreams… the one she locked eyes with through a gap in the books… something had possessed her at that very moment, causing her to pressed her whole weight into him and slip her fingers between his.
“Hiiii, you can call me Giselle, what’s you-”
“Get off of me….” He said as he squirmed to get his hands free.
“W-What?” Giselle said as the pink fog cleared from her eyes.
“Stay away from me!” Colin said as he slipped loose and started running through the building, his heart pounding like a drum as he feverishly wheezed.
There was a voice he could barely hear…. and then it started getting clearer… it was saying…