A (not so) temporary roommate (Fanfic by KK)

Hey again!

Since I couldn't make any new renders this week, I'm posting a little fanfic of one of the "Roommate" chapters that KK was generous enough to make. This takes place in the swimming pool chapter, and I'm posting this along with some alternate renders of that chapter that I didn't use in the official story! Hope you guys enjoy this as much as I did! :) 

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“Destiny, honey, are you okay in there?” an all-too-familiar voice called.

Derek grimaced, still struggling with the knot of his bikini top. “Totally fine, Mrs. Ward!” he called back,  in the breathy soprano voice he’d been using non-stop for the past three crazy months. “I just, um…”

He  finally managed to pull the loop taut -- these freaking nails made  everything ten times harder than necessary,  but he couldn’t tell Mrs. Ward that, since she was the one who’d taken  him and Sara to the nail salon yesterday to get them done. He’d been  forced to coo and giggle and act over the moon about his inch-long  square-cut claws, now painted a bright poppy magenta  color.

Which was, not coincidentally, the same color as his new bathing suit. As he finally turned back to face the  mirror, Derek’s momentary feeling of triumph at having conquered the tie was instantly replaced by shock.

In  the days since his disastrous visit to the cosmetic surgeon, he’d been  doing his best to avoid seeing the  full extent of the damage, wearing loose-fitting, very  un-“Destiny”-like clothing and hiding his new boobs in the compression  bra from the clinic. Even in the bathroom, he’d done his best to avert  his eyes, and intentionally let the steam fog things up.

Now,  alone with the full-length mirror, clad in a tiny pink bikini that  flaunted his surgically-altered body  to the fullest, there was no avoiding the truth: he had been turned  into an absolute bombshell. Derek’s collagen-plumped lower lip trembled  as he observed his reflection.

Perfectly  pedicured feet encased in totally impractical spike-heeled pool-side  sandals. Long, waxed-smooth legs.  A minuscule little triangle of flimsy magenta fabric, behind which the  remains of his manhood -- remembering the surgeon’s description of the  “bilateral simple orchiectomy” still made him shudder -- were tucked  tightly away.

Curvy  hips. Dainty, liposuctioned waist. A silicone-pumped, heart-shaped  bubble butt, perfectly sculpted to  snap necks, that practically swallowed his tiny pink bikini bottom. A  flat, taut tummy, toned by yoga and dieting and now adorned with a sexy  belly button piercing -- another of Mrs. Ward’s “gifts.” But worse than  any of that, worse than his perfectly slender  arms and shoulders, worse than his smooth, moisturized, totally  hairless skin, were his new boobs.

Derek  felt like sobbing as he stared at the surgeon’s handiwork. Sara had  assured him they were “only” D-cups,  and that they were the perfect size for him (“D-cups for Dee! Come on,  it’s right there in your name!”) but they felt absolutely enormous. The  weight and heft of them caught him off-guard every time he moved or even  breathed, and they looked ready to burst  right out of the flimsy pink bikini top he’d worked so hard to fasten.

He knew the implants were removable, in theory, but they sure didn’t feel removable.  They felt like a part of him, albeit an extremely unwelcome one, and he  couldn’t decide what he hated more: the way they jiggled, or the way  their jiggling seemed  to be an invitation to every guy in a half-mile radius to stare at  them!

But  at the same time, he knew, deep down, that it was the kind of  mouth-watering rack he once would have loved  to ogle himself. As humiliating as it was to admit, they were  definitely bigger and better shaped than Sara’s. He flushed at the  thought, staring at the tempting valley of cleavage with a mixture of  shame and guilty lust. How on Earth had things gotten so  screwy? Just a few months ago, he’d been a totally normal guy, and now  his girlfriend’s plan to pass him off as a girl for one little weekend  had spiraled totally out of control.

Derek  dragged his eyes away from his boobs, finally confronting the gorgeous,  feminine face he barely recognized  these days. Between the dermal fillers and facial harmonization, not to  mention eyelash extensions, microbladed brows, and lip injections --  plus all the expensive cosmetics he was expected to apply each day --  there was no trace left of the skinny black-haired  rocker he used to see in the mirror.

He  reached up to adjust one of the thin gold hoop earrings in his  double-pierced ears, freeing it from his long  blonde hair. The simple motion set off a tinkling of bracelets, and his  pretty gold rings and shiny pink nails caught the light. The whole  point of disguising himself as a girl had been to avoid the ire of  Sara’s parents, but they’d done too good  a job. Her mom was basically treating him like her own personal Barbie  doll, and after the mix-up at the clinic, he looked the part more than  ever!

“Destiny!” Mrs. Ward called again. “Are you sure you’re okay, sweetie?”

Derek  had never felt less “okay” in his entire life, but he was in too deep  now to get out! He fixed a pair  of pink sunglasses into his long blonde hair, then centered the golden  heart necklace on his collarbone, where it winked teasingly like an  arrow pointing down toward his big perfect boobs. Taking a deep breath,  which inadvertently only made his new assets  even more unmissable, he opened the door.

“Yep, everything’s great!” he squeaked, giving his girlfriend’s mom a sunny smile. “I just, like, had to re-do  my lip gloss, you know?”

Mrs.  Ward gave a motherly smile. “Of course, honey,” she said. “I know how  you are about your makeup.” She gave  his bikini-clad form an approving nod. “And that swimsuit is just  darling on you! Mind if I snap a photo? Steve is going to have to pick  his jaw up off the floor…”

Derek,  who’d been distracted by the not-infrequent request to pose for a  picture, was too busy adjusting his  hair to catch the last part. “Um, what?” he asked, putting his hands on  his hips and twisting to show off his curves in the way Sara always  insisted. “Who needs to pick what up?”

Mrs. Ward waved a hand dismissively. “Oh, nothing,” she said, snapping the photo. “You look adorable, sweetie.  Run along, Sara’s waiting for you by the pool.”

Blushing,  Derek minced off toward the back door, hips swaying seductively in the  feminine walk he’d so painstakingly  mastered over the past months. There had to be a way out of this mess,  and if anyone could help him, it was surely his girlfriend, right? It  wasn’t like she’d intended to turn him into a sexy blonde bombshell. Things had just gotten a little out of hand, was all.

Bolstered by the positive thought, Derek pasted a pretty smile on his lips as he sashayed out into the sunshine,  butt swaying and boobs bouncing with every high-heeled step.