Lisa Donovan (she changed back to her maiden name after the divorce) drove through her ex-husband's neighborhood, fuming. That jerk actually had the nerve to order her to his house?! He wasn't her husband anymore! She divorced him for that very reason. He was too controlling. By the end of their marriage, he was telling her what to do, what to wear, how to talk. She had enough, so she divorced him. Honestly, she didn't know what she saw in him to want to marry him so badly in the first place.
She grunted, parking on the street in front of Jerry's house. It used to be their house, but with her gone, it apparently turned to shit. How often did that man mow the lawn or water the plants? Everything either looked overgrown or dead.
Lisa got out of the car and headed up to the house. Time to get this over with.
She rang the doorbell and a moment later, the door opened. Jerry stood there, smiling. "Oh good. You made ..."
"Cut the shit, Jerry. What's this all about?"
"Well, I can't tell you. I have to show you."
"Show me? Show me what?" she asked.
"You have to come into the backyard. I think ... I think I might have found something that belongs to you," he lied.
"No way. I made sure I took everything with me."
He shrugged. "Okay, but if you don't want it, I'll take it."
Lisa pushed her way into the house, nearly shoving Jerry aside. "Fine. I'll take it, whatever it is." She was sure she had taken all of her possessions. But that was almost five years ago. Maybe she did forget something. And if she didn't and Jerry was wrong, she figured getting free stuff wouldn't be a problem. It wouldn't be stealing if he gave it to her.
She walked out onto the patio and stared at the in-ground swimming pool. "You cleaned this up?" The pool and the area around the pool looked a lot cleaner than the rest of the yard. It looked like a rush job, but it almost looked like someone normal owned it, and not her bastard of an ex-husband.
"Okay, so where ..." she asked, turning around. The moment she turned, however, Jerry pushed her into the pool. She dropped down to the bottom, then came back up, frantically flailing her arms around, trying to catch her breath. "What the hell, Jerry?! What are you trying to do? Drown me?!"
Jerry just stood there, not saying anything. But he was watching her, quite intently, actually.
"Jerry, what are you ..." Lisa began, but then stopped when she felt something ... strange. She looked down and watched in horror as her breasts beneath her soaked blouse were growing larger. Then her clothes started to dissolve.
Hmm, Jerry thought. That's interesting. Apparently, there's a corrosive effect. He briefly wondered if he should be concerned for the life of his ex-wife. But then he figured he'd let the test go on, no matter the outcome. She was such a bitch.
"Jerry! Help me!" she yelled, as the rest of her clothes completely vanished, leaving her completely naked. She looked down at her giant breasts. They must have been at least an E-cup. Jerry smiled, thinking about all the fun he was going to have with those breasts.
Then Lisa's screams for help turned into whimpers, then they were gone altogether. She looked up at him and smiled. "Hey, baby," she said, with a higher-pitched voice.
He looked down at his watch. "Fifteen seconds. Not bad."
Lisa swam over to the edge of the pool and lifted herself up, showing off her huge breasts, which were a whole lot bigger than her original C-cup ones. She smiled, but then seemed a little confused. "Uh, like, why am I naked?"
"You don't remember?"
She shook her head.
"You wanted to go skinny dipping. Do you remember now?"
"Uh ... yeah. I think so." That ditzy voice was just so adorable. Finally, he was able to put this woman in her place.
"Come on. I've got some clothes for you to wear. They're extra sexy." Lisa hated it when Jerry wanted her to wear sexy outfits. But now ...
Lisa clapped. "I, like, totally love wearing sexy stuff!" she nearly yelled with excitement.
"Oh, I know you do," Jerry said, escorting her into the house. And believe me, he thought. You'll be doing it for a very long time.
