Robin found herself surprisingly bored with the Babylon 5 marathon. half the fun was supposed to be mimicking the lines as the actors spoke them, then giggling with a friend. Usually Jim was obliging enough, having done the same with MST3K, Quantum Leap, and virtually every other worthwhile science fiction program available. Today, however, he seemed distracted, more interested in shuffling through a mismatched collection of papers. It didn't take a genius to figure out what the papers dealt with, but Robin desperately wanted to spend some time enjoying a program that she felt had been canceled way too early. During an early commercial break she set aside her Diet Shasta Cola, turned to Jim and commented, "You really aren't interested, are you?"
"Huh, what?" asked Jim with a crumpled stack of papers in one hand, a monstrous conglomeration of two chocolate chip cookies held together with a filling of fudge, marshmallow creme, and chocolate chips. He used the hand with the papers to wipe his forehead, blinked at the papers, then returned his gaze to Robin. She was looking at him funny. "Is this about you spending time with me instead of whatever you and Sharon do together?" he queried. Jim's theory was that the pair had fat and skinny lesbian sex. Well, it was more of a fantasy, really, excepting that while Sharon had the kind of breasts Jim liked, they were attached to her obese form, and robin, despite having a good frame was skinny, flat, and basically hipless. in his fantasies, though, Sharon was about half her weight, still fat but firm and shapely, while Robin spent a bit more time on her hair and had grown both hips and at least enough breast to jiggle outside a bra.
Robin was well aware that Jim thought she was a lesbian. It seemed that most every geek or nerd thought that geek and nerd girls were bi-curious at the least. It was something she had to just accept. "No, this is about you paying more attention to your notes than anything else. I know you, Jim. You barely take notes, and half your successes you can't replicate because of some 'accident' that usually turns out to be you substituting 'something you found in an old estate sale' in both the wrong amounts and generally the wrong manner. don't get me wrong, you've had some amazing results. the anti-gravity gum was... er... interesting, and that body shaping cabinet was terrific on Halloween... Well, at least until it blew up (thank god the effects wore off. even I care enough about my appearance to not want to be covered in thick, greasy fur) and turned the neighbor's cat green for a week." She stopped and paused, waiting for Jim to say something. When he didn't she continued, speaking slightly faster than before to finish before the commercials ended, "Look, I know you want to show the pills off. If you actually took notes, you can bet I'm curious enough to want to take a look at them and show's back, talk to you next commercial." She turned from Jim and managed to catch a line in almost perfect sync. Much to her delight Jim caught the response similarly.
Several hours later the sun had set and Jim's family had wandered in. his mother was smiling at the pair, likely imagining some sort of nerdly romance between her son and the skinny girl, Robin surmised. Jim's dad came in later, still smelling of Robin's mom's perfume. How Jim's mom never noticed neither Jim nor Robin could imagine. Jim's younger brother and sister, the twins, came in at the same time. Freshman Sarah already had more curves than Robin, and had already skipped two grade levels. She had actually hit on Robin once, and the two had become close enough friends after she revealed her preference for women, especially the smart ones. Robin didn't think anyone else in the family knew, or really even wanted to know, especially since Sarah was not only smarter than the norm for her years, but was more mature both physically and emotionally than most girls in the years graduating class. Marcus, Sarah's twin, took after their father. He wasn't in high school yet, having stayed at the same grade level, and actually looked his own age. the sports star, he avoided the television like the plague and opted instead to practice keep ups in his room.
"It's time to go home now, Robin," called Jim's mother from the kitchen before a loud thump echoed off a wall, "Marcus, not in the house!" A semi-muffled reply was immediately followed by the sound of a football being kicked down the hall and the sound of a screen door slamming shut.
Robin started gathering her things to leave, less disappointed in Jim than she had been earlier, but still more than curious about what Jim's notes entailed. She had scooped up her satchel containing her laptop when Jim called to the kitchen, "I wanted to show her some more of my experiment first." There was more than a hint of pleading in his voice, but Robin still felt it was sort of cute. There was some confusion, because Robin had never really thought of Jim as cute (not like that jerk Kevin Zephram, or even that slime ball Rick Daguerre), but Jim was sweet and that covered a lot of ground on robin's personal attract-o-meter. trying to keep her past curfew was definitely going into her diary, and might even get him into her panties if he ever decided to make a move. She would still rather give up her virginity to the jerk or slime ball, but since they tended to spend more time with the cheerleader and slut sets respectively, robin thought she could suffer through the clumsy, less attractive Jim.
Jim's mom popped her head into the living room and almost sent Robin home with an apology when she spotted the girl's face. "Half an hour, then we're having dinner. If you need a ride home, you'd better hurry, Robin."
"Thanks, Jim's mom," squealed Robin as she tossed her bag on the sofa and bounced toward the basement. Jim followed in a rustling shuffle of papers. Robin was all too familiar with the basement 'lab', which in actuality was Jim's room, the laundry room, and a storage area where Jim had stashed his computers and chemistry set ever since he was ten. When she got there she found that Jim had since set up a panel of blinking lights and microchips of dubious use, as well as a beaker half full of something at a slow simmer. "Wow! you've been busy!"
"Yeah," commented Jim, I had to improvise some pieces with an old VCR and refrigerator. I also got a new heating element for the chemistry set, that's the important part, since some of the ingredients are sort of volatile.
Robin noticed a crate of old fireworks that had been more full last time she was in the 'lab', and correctly surmised that gunpowder and batting was no small part of Jim's pill recipe. "And these things are ingestible? I really don't think they'll pass the FDA."
"Of course not," admitted Jim while he flipped a few switches on a panel before glowing slightly pink," besides, I'm barely at the animal testing. See, i had to.... Wow!" Robin had begun glowing as well, with the difference being that her glow didn't stop at her skin. Twin glowing protrusions thrust from her chest while hip shaped glow extended past her jeans. From behind the pink glow formed a heart shaped ass. "You... you're field! it... How did?"
Robin giggled slightly at Jim's pink glow, he always tried to avoid the color since the football players had accused him of being gay coupled with his girlish face causing Katie Swanson (the head cheerleader) had extended him an invite to joining the squad. When she caught sight of the round globes of pink energy on her chest the giggles stopped and her mouth swept open. She passed her hand into the field, feeling it resist slightly before wobbling. To her hand it felt like passing through dry water, while her small breast reacted like when she played with her nipples after fantasizing about Kevin. Startled, she stepped back, knocking over the beaker into the crate of fireworks. Before Jim could scream the crate and concoction had exploded in a green fog.
Thu Jun 12 13:36:48 2008