Ch. 8: Preview #8

Getting close to the end of this chapter now. Might be the last preview before the chapter goes live, but we'll see.

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Theo swung the lid open.  He wasn’t the only one to gasp.

“Is that …?” Alice reached her hand toward the two bottles, both filled with misty pink liquid.  “Don’t tell me you’ve actually...”

“We have,” Lola beamed.  “Our R+D department finally figured it out.  I’ve been authorized to give out these two bottles as a veeeery special sneak peek.”

“What’s it do?” Jen hiccupped, leaning in with great interest.

Skylar scoffed and jostled the Mighty’s shoulder.  “Surely you’ve heard the rumors?  There’s only one thing it could be.”

“The Buxomizer,” Alice intoned, with an almost reverential air.

Lola clapped in amusement.  “That’s one possible name.  We’re still deciding it.  Other candidates are ‘Curves++’, or ‘Whoa Momma’.”

“So it enhances certain … attributes?” Jen said slowly.

“Oh yes.  Which the other formulas obviously do too.  But it always came with muscle growth too; we didn’t know how to separate that part out.”  Grinned.  “Until now.”

Alice grew visibly anxious, eager.  “So, exactly what I’ve always wanted.  Don’t torture us: who gets to have it!?”

Lola crossed her arms, pleased.  “I thought we’d decide one of the bottles with a little contest.  That, I’ll describe shortly.  But as for the other bottle … we at Apogee have been thrilled with our partnership with Invicta Studios.  Demand for our products has skyrocketed, in no small part because of the success of the show.  So, Alice, as one of the show’s leading producers, I think it’s only fitting that—"

“You’re giving it to me?” Alice husked.

“Obviously!” Lola said – and laughed as Alice snatched the bottle without delay and threw off the cap.

“Holy fuck I’ve been waiting for this,” she breathed, just before chugging it down.

Someone whisked the box out of Theo’s hands and prodded him right up to Alice as if to give him a front-row seat.  As if whoever it was realized how bewildered, excited he was…

Every hair on his skin raised to attention.  This was all happening so abruptly.  Alice … she …

Deaaaar Christ.  He saw it first in her hips – her stance didn’t budge, yet her hip encroached toward him, her pelvic bone widening and stretching before his eyes, the fabric stretching and straining.  But he flat-out gasped when he saw what was happening above: her perky breasts slowly inflating like water balloons; inflating, growing heavier, right in front of his gaping, wide-eyed stare …