At the Spiked Pit, the three girls were in the middle of the crowd, rocking to the beat with the rest of them. The twins, however, remained aloof, poised on the edge of the crowd, as if waiting for something. Then, both Biff and Chris' stomachs began to convulse, as the last bastion of their masculinity was absorbed into the folds of their new organs. The twins said nothing, just gave each other the slightest of glances and rose. Beth and Christine entered the crowd, fully ready to join their new companions.
Benny laughed hysterically at his husbands joke, despite the fact it was the third time this week he had heard it. He took another sip of his wine, pressing his dainty hand to his now ample bosom. Jayne hadn't gotten her bust from no where, and Benny was proud to say that was one thing his daughter hadn't passed him up in yet.
Jayne hadn't shown up to dinner, but Benny was having such a good time with Bert he didn't care in the least. He looked at his husband lovingly, the two of them and their candlelit table all that mattered in the world.
"God, how long has it been since we sat down and had a nice dinner alone?" Bert asked, refilling his and Benny's glasses.
"Must have been ages," Benny said absently. He wasn't really paying attention, at least to the conversation, so lost was he in Bert's handsome features. His strong jaw, his dreamy eyes, every little thing about him made Benny more and more in love. The feeling grew and grew within him, until he felt a epiphany occur deep inside him.
Suddenly their was a wetness between Bunny's thighs both novel and wonderfully familiar. She looked Bert directly in the eyes, a unmistakable romantic spark in her eyes. "Why don't we go take this to our room?" she said, and Bert didn't have to be told twice.
Mikey pressed himself against the car door of one of those Goth weirdo's cars. Jayne, he believed this one belonged to. The coat hanger almost pulled the lock up, but it skimmed off at the last minute. Uttering a curse in french, Mikey glanced back around the parking lot, making sure the darkening lot to the Spiked Pit was still abandoned.
Sarah was stationed nearby, and would call him at the slightest sign of the girls heading to the car or other interferences. Of course, Mikey didn't realize that the girl had suddenly abandoned her post two minutes ago, wandering the twilight in search of a new identity to fill her empty mind. He patted the package of white powder in his jacket pocket, more out of nervousness than fear it had actually fallen out.
The plan to bring down the Goth's was absolutely brutal, if a little crude. Mikey's brother Anton has had an on and off cocaine problem for the past four years. Since he was currently in rehab, he certainly wouldn't miss the trio of half balls Mikey borrowed for their purposes. Just as he was planting one in those freaks' car, Zoe was planting another in Joni's locker at school and Gladys the third at the DeVries' house. Once everything was in place, Zelda would call in an "anonymous tip" on the cocaine, and Zoe would make sure her father kept the investigation from digging to deep, maybe even swapping out their drug tests to give them positives.
This time, the lock snagged, and Mikey was in. He was just fortunate that Jayne's car didn't use electronic locks. Or a car alarm, for that matter. That's what you get for having poor parents, Mikey mused, as he carefully placed the half ball under the front passenger seat. Not too obvious, but still easily findable.
Mikey had just closed the door when he heard the unmistakable sound of voices coming his way. As they drew nearer, Mikey recognized them as none other than too of the Goths. Why hadn't that salope Sarah warned him about them, he broke out into a run, glad he had changed into flats for this. As he ran, his burgeoning mammaries seemed to grow with every step, until they had reached a full D cup. Michael dodged behind a car at the end of the parking lot, his ample bosom heaving.
"...seriously, how can it be your time of month already?" one of them was asking. She was the one with the dyed hair, Jayne, if Mikey remembered correctly. "I swear you were on the rag no more than a week ago."
"Like I don't fucking know that!" the other snapped. Mikey recognized her more easily. She was Joni, the leader of the their little group.
"Whatever," Jayne said, opening her car door, "Here, I should have some pads in the glove compartment..." Mikey held his breath, afraid, they would find the cocaine and the whole plan would be shot to hell. The tension was so high Mikey felt like he could barf, and he dared not breath.
"Here," Jayne said finally, handing Joni a box, to which the other Goth gave a brisk thanks and headed back to the club to apply the product. Rolling her eyes, Jayne followed, mumbling something under her breath.
It was only after the last echoes from the goth's heels died away did Michelle breath a sigh of relief, her mind buzzing with adrenaline. She stayed in her hiding space a moment longer, then set off to a place where it would be safe to call Zelda and inform the ditz that her part was done.
Meanwhile, at the DeVries' house, Gladys crept along the back yard as silently as she could. Linda's mother was home, but she was alone and watching soap operas so there was no great danger of discovery. Still, Gladys knew that one wrong fumble would ruin everything. By now she had lost almost all her excess pounds, and the last ones faded away with each step. Her hair had grown into a fierce red main reaching down to her ass, and she had managed to keep a decent size in the more pleasing areas.
She reached the DeVries' back porch, pulling out the packet of cocaine and placing it carefully under the porch step. Michelle had insisted they all wear gloves, in case Zoe's father had less of a sway then they thought, a precaution Michelle was glad for now. With the evidence planted, Gladys backed slowly away from the house, her heart hammering like it was still working for her former body size.
