Emily looked around to search for other changes but didn't find any other. At least for now.
She decided to watch TV for a while, contemplating all those pictures of small men near tall women, and her friends wondered why Emily was suddenly so interested in watching news, and smiling while looking at them. It was something new. Eventually, Emily seeing them becoming impatient to leave bought them a few drinks so they could stay at a nearby cafe, the girl talking while she was still enjoying watching the TV broadcasting her brand new world. But the world was here, just in front of her, and she stood to resume her walk. Her friends joined their drinks still in their hands, but stopped a few seconds later as they crossed a store full of arcade video games, with some of dance they were fond of. They all looked at each other :
"Just one game, okay Emily ?" they say, looking at her and waiting for her approval like children with their parents."Okay... " said Emily, enjoying the authority she had on them, and also how her crazily large breasts, the world biggest, were preventing her from using those machines. She liked the idea of being so much of a woman those couldn't handle her. One of her friends went to her.
"Could you keep my drink while I'm dancing ?
- Sure.
- Yes, me too !
- Alright...
- And me !
- Me too, I can't !
- Yes, mine too, please Emily !
- Come on girls, I can't hold all of them, my breasts aren't a picnic table, so..."
The girls looked at her, puzzled, then all laughed. And Emily realized that they had all given her their drinks... and she was holding all of them. She needed a few seconds to realize what was happening. Turning to face a nearby mirror placed in there, she found herself, with her gigantic breasts in front of her not anymore the thing having her attention : she was keeping her own drink and the ones of her five friends in her hands... because she had six arms !
She almost dropped everything from surprise, but managed not to. How was this even possible ? Memories slowly came back to her : yes, she had made herself richer, and had hired people to help her in her everyday tasks as, with breasts her size, she couldn't do as much as she used to. But even this didn't solve everything, and one evening, while having some lonesome pleasure, she groaned in frustration as she couldn't both massage her breasts and her crotch. And when her gaze crossed the dictaphone, her younger self knew even this could be solved. She gave herself six arms, allowing herself to fondle her breasts, massage her nipples and masturbate at once. Sometimes, she even used one pair of hands to hold a magazine or a tablet with a porn movie while pleasuring herself. She never regretted that change, as it was kind of cool and allowed her to do so much things no one else could.
Emily discovered why she hadn't notice this mad change earlier : her breasts being quite heavy, most of the times, she was keeping four of her arms under them to support them or quietly fondle them, and only used two arms. And when Emily came back to her time earlier, she didn't realize immediately that there was something new under her breasts, and her mind, used to have only two arms didn't use them at first . And her breasts were big enough to hide her shoulders when properly supported so... she just hadn't noticed the change. But when the girls had all given her their drinks, her body had automatically reacted. Emily felt so stupid she did a facepalm with three hands at once, but carefully : she still had drinks in them.
"Are you okay Emily ?" said her friends. "Yes. Go on, have fun." she answered before handing the drinks, one after the other, to Helen so the poor girl could be useful and place them on some nearby table, then look at them.
Emily, hands free, took some poses in front of the mirror. It was strange, but it was fun, and for some reason, it didn't look as freaky as she would have guessed. Maybe her new memories were making her used to it ? Still... her younger self had been really crazy to do such changes, but hey : two years with unlimited powers could, indeed, help even the nicest girl to slowly do always bigger changes. Emily studied her clothes, noticing they all had 6 sleeves, and nobody was finding it weird in any way.
"Young me... you were really something !" she whispered to herself, before wondering if she should use her arms to beat the shit out of Helen at some video game just to make things funnier.
Tue Jan 14 00:00:00 2014