"Ah, see? We can move, at last!" Sylvia sighed as the traffic resumed, cars slowly going faster and faster. "It happens too often around here, they should add new roads, seriously".
"New car for me, new roads for the city... I can see you're the one paying for them!" mocked Vincent.
"Hey, I'd buy myself a new car if I could!" answered Sylvia, slightly annoyed.
"Too bad you don't make more money." grinned Vincent.
"Hey! You're not super rich either, Vincent, so stop it! I can't help if a 6'8 model is a bit too much for many agencies! When I started, I was 6'2, I didn't know I'd grow more!"
"I told you, you should have stopped growing..." laughed Vincent.
"Seriously? You think I said "I want to grow bigger and bustier" and it just happened? I would have never asked for th..."
Sylvia stopped, as something very important seemed to be tied to what just said. But what was it? She couldn't remember. Sheesh, maybe if Vincent wasn't pissing her off, she'd be able to focus, but her brother was against teasing her because of her unusual size. Being big wasn't a choice. She had always been bigger than other girls, so it had to be expected. She just wished there were more photographers interested in really tall girls.
"Why did you stop?" Vincent asked, puzzled. "You were speaking and suddenly you went deep into your thoughts."
"Meh, I'm just tired or answering your little provocations." she lied, looking through the passenger windows.
"I'm not provoking. I'm just..."
He stopped too. He looked worried, and he turned off the music in the car.
"Do you hear? The weird sound, it's there again! So it's definitely coming from us!" he exclaimed.
"I can hear something... does the driving feel weird?" asked Sylvia, while the car felt slightly more uncomfortable than usual. "Like something is broken?"
"I don't know... I'm not even sure it comes from the car!" Vincent wondered.
"Then what could it be?" Sylvia asked, while her knees were pressing harder and harder into the console, and her neck was feeling painful from bowing against the ceiling.
"I don't know, maybe there's something in your dress that's tearing up, but not visible from outside."
"Seriously?" exclaimed Sylvia "It'd better not!"
At 7'2, she had trouble finding a dress her size even in the tall girl shop, so if it was ripping up, she'd never find another one in time! Yet, the strange sound was still on, and maybe it was because she was worried about what was happening, but Sylvia felt really, really uncomfortable.
"This dress cost me a fortune!" whined Sylvia "Even the tall girl shop hadn't something my size, so this is tailor made! This guy cost me so much you shouldn't even ASK why I can't buy myself a car!" Sylvia resumed, talking to Vincent "Oh god, this is the first time I wear it, it'd better be something else, like something ripping up inside one of the car seats, or something!"
At 7'8, Sylvia could barely move in this stupidly small car. Okay, maybe she grew super fast these last years, but that wasn't a reason to build car this small! She had her back hitting the ceiling, her head almost touching her knees, and her huge G cups mashed against her thighs. When they were at traffic lights, people often looked at Sylvia in awe.
"Are we there yet?" asked Sylvia, pain in her voice "I'm not even sure I'll be able to get out of the car if I stay in this position for much longer... but at least, the weird sound stopped. I'm sure it's nothing!"
"Maybe you're right, maybe it's something creaking and tearing in the seats..." Vincent answered "After all, they're not made to support a freak like you!"
"I didn't CHOSE to grow this big, moron!" Sylvia exclaimed again, tired of his jokes "I know you'd have loved it because you're a man but I'm the one who grew freaking big, and believe me, it's not as fun as you can think!"
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