“How about this one?”
“And this one?”
“Or this one?”
Mark Mercury sat at his computer desk, allowing a little rotary fan to cool his sweating body. He was dark, tan, and handsome. In the most casual and effortless of ways. His gym hardened muscles contrasted beautifully with his lightly playful expression.
“I dunno Didi. There’s no bad pictures of you, truly. Now… I’ve got to concentrate on this paper. It’s due in two weeks.”
“But baaaabe! You said you’d help me…”
His down to earth charm contrasted strangely with his partner's uncanny plastic perfection. Didi Diaz was all jiggle, all giggle, with very little going on between the ears. Her once naturally black hair was always in a state of flux between full on platinum blonde, and various in-between brassy shades. The summer humidity was absolutely frying her ass length mane at this point. Leaving the poor girl a chaotic, but beautiful mess.
And yet, Didi’s hair wasn’t her most noticeable feature. Nor was it her loudness, her clumsiness, or her obvious, superhuman density. It was her boobs. Ever round, always perky, always front and center. Didi was so spectacularly maxxxed out in such a short time, that everyone simply assumed she dropped out to do porn. Nothing else could make sense to the casual observer.
Which was like, so rude! Because she was only a stripper. And only on weekends!
In a single year, she managed to go from the rising star of the university physics program, to flaming out brilliantly. Like a supernova of self sabotage that was equal parts horrifying and fascinating to watch.
In her own, always illuminating words, Didi simply ‘liked havin’ super nice boobies’. And that was enough for Mark. Really. He loved his girlfriend, even when he didn’t understand her. Even when being seen in public with her kinda felt gaudy, like he was wearing his fetish for the fake and plastic on his sleeve. But like, if Didi was proud of herself, he was proud to be with her.
This latest development was… taxing though. And it didn’t help that it came at a time when school was getting so exhausting.
Didi knelt expectantly by the side of her boyfriends study desk. Her phone in hand as she went through an entire semester’s worth of selfies she had taken. Stored securely in immutable digital certainty. Today she was bugging her boyfriend for help with an online dating profile, so she could explore her attraction to other women.
“Ohmigosh! Look at this one!” Didi giggled. Finally pulling Mark’s laser focus away from his laptop.
His irritation began bubbling to the surface, manifesting in a deeply pointed sigh. “Babe, I… I’m really busy. Can we do this some other time?”
“Aww!” Didi pouted sadly. “You say that every time though…”
Didi was fun, bless her heart. But she didn’t really have the emotional intelligence to shoulder any of the support roles in a relationship. Mark had long accepted that this unserious person who chased her whims around was just who she was to the core. He simply… couldn’t handle it with grace at this exact moment!
Something managed to pull him out of his stress for a second. The photo Didi wanted to show him was… different. In fact, so strange he couldn’t quite believe his eyes.
“Didi, how old is this?”
She shrugged. “I dunno. Like, a year? Why? Do I look totally old now? Oh no! Are girls gonna think I’m pretty still!?”
“No, babe. You just… Don’t look like this at all”
“What? Dumb! That makes no sense. It’s gotta be me, cuz that’s my phone!”
Turning away from the workstation, Mark squinted and focused on the image in front of him. Somehow, he vaguely remembered this version of his girlfriend. Still busty as all hell, but with deeply mixed feelings about her own body. She was nerdy and awkward. Always keen to infodump. Always outspoken and challenging others. The woman kneeling next to him looked nothing like the Diana Diaz in this picture.
Mark looked at the picture, and looked at his girlfriend. Saw her unnatural good looks and wondered how so much could change, so fast. A pleading pout graced her otherwise perfect features.
“...What?” She whined with some concern.
He nearly raised some concern for the seeming impossibility of the situation. After all, how could she look so stunning? How could her tits just… Grow? Was she just pretending to be this dumb, or what? Like, nobody was actually this stupid.
“N-nothing hon. You look beautiful.”
Mark swiftly folded his laptop closed, and leant in to kiss Didi’s forehead. He shook off the strangeness of the situation, deciding it wasn’t worth worrying about if Didi was happy.
He strode over to the bed in the corner of their room, brushing the blankets aside and stacking piles of fluffy pillows. beckoning her to join him.
“Here hon, let’s finish this so you can stop bugging me”
“Oooh, ok!” She smiled an uncomplicated smile. Crawling over and bouncing into her boyfriend’s cuddling embrace.
Didi giggled, empty headed and unconcerned. Exactly as Mark had come to expect from the previous year of dating.
“Will girls like this picture?” She asked timidly. Nervously burying her head into her boyfriend’s shoulder.
“Yes. of course.” Mark replied. Planting another kiss atop her head.
“Yay! Will they like this one?”
“Yes. Of course.” Another kiss.
The sun set slowly outside, bathing the couple's off-campus apartment in purple-ish twilight. Their contented faces were illuminated by blue phonelight. In the dwindling hours of a long, hot summer night.
******
Didi blinked back to lucidity. Noticing she held a damp cloth in her hand, undoubtedly for the purpose of busting dust around the apartment.
“Oooo… I musta spaced out again!” She smiled, unconcerned. Setting herself back to work with a chirpy little giggle.
Mark often cautioned against Didi sitting down and getting comfortable for too long. He said she ‘shared a kinship with the furniture.’ Whenever she found a comfy bench or a cushy chair, she tended to just zonk out, and forget where she even was.
Or like, who she was?
But anyway, Mark wasn’t concerned, so neither was she!
She wore a pair of black athletic shorts, and a ruched mustard yellow tube top around her chest. The material was tough and elastic. And despite its size, only managed to cover the center portion of her gravity defying bust. Leaving plenty of under-boob and over-boob on display.
And like, Didi liked being on display. Like, really, really it. But there wasn’t anybody around to see her. Mark was off doing a test, or handing a paper in or whatever. Some kinda super hunky smart boy thing. So she was left at home. Alone with her thoughts.
An they were big thoughts! Like, how come she wasn’t getting any message on her dating thingy? Mark told her the profile they made was good! All the messages she did get were like, people calling her a catfish, or a bot or whatever? Which was like, totally ridiculous cuz she was a real person!
She even asked Mark, who explained like a billion times that she couldn’t be a catfish. Which was a big relief, because they sounded slimy and weird!
So like, did other girls just not like her…?
A loud-ish *THUNK*, Shocked Didi back to reality. She hadn’t even realized she was dusting this whole time. She was so lost in thought!. She somehow managed to knock a thick, dusty book off the shelf with her boob again. A not uncommon occurrence.
Bending down with one arm clutching her bust, so as not to pop free. Didi was immediately puzzled.
“Hey, this is… Mine?” She tilted her head. Contemplating the shiny cover of what appeared to be a hefty physics textbook. Lifting the strange object daintily, she allowed the sense memory of the crackly old yellowed pages and musty book smell to jog her memory.
A little note slipped out from the pages. Which upon closer inspection, was from Tia Sofia. Whom Didi now clearly remembered had so graciously paid for her…. Giant stack of smart girl science books? That didn’t seem right…
The note read ‘Dream big Diana’, signed and circled with a heart.
A wave of relief washed over Didi’s flustered face. Well, now it made sense. She totally dreamed of having big boobies! The biggest boobies ever, actually!
*giggle* “Dream achieved~” She beamed proudly.
Still perplexed by the big old book in her hand, and now thoroughly distracted from cleaning duties, Didi lifted it up to her chest. Letting the book rest on her bosom for a while, and enjoying the way it felt cool on her boobs.
“Ohmigosh. I could practically be a bookshelf!”
*Giggle*
The idea seemed really funny to her. But like, wasn’t it kinda true?
Didi soon forgot what she was laughing about, as a faraway look manifested on her face. Slowly her expression shifted from amusement, to confused neutrality. The damp cloth in her hand dropped limply to the floor. She now simply stood, communing with the furniture. Lost in her own mind until something happened to snap her out of it…
…
*Bzzt! Bzzt!*
“Oooo… I musta spaced out again!” *Giggle*
The sun was starting to set outside. Didi figured she musta been gone for a long time. But what woke her up? Was Mark home? He once admitted to sometimes finding her like that, and leaving her for a while. But like, only when he really had to get some school work done.
But, no. He wasn’t home. Didi could always just tell when he was. Cuz like, the whole world made more sense when he was around.
It was her phone! Buzzing!
Didi jumped excitedly. Allowing the textbook to slump from her chest, and the note to flutter to the ground. She skipped over to the coffee table where she always put her phone, every time! so she wouldn’t lose it. It was in a little spot marked by a rectangle of pink tape that her boyfriend put there for her. He was so handy with like, tape n’stuff!
“Ooh!” Didi gasped. “It’s a message… From a girl!”
Her heart aflutter with nerves, Didi rapidly responded. She couldn’t wait to tell Mark about this!
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