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Avril grunted as her back strained against the weight. She pushed up with her might and was rewarded with the weight moving just a fraction of an inch more. Somewhat satisfied, she eased the weight down and the dropped it behind her with a resounding thud. Exercise was not something that came easy to her. Like Taylor Swift, she was best described as skinny fat. Skinny fat being the term for when someone is skinny, like herself, but when pressed is slightly pudgy possessing very little muscle or tone. That was changing now. After her encounter with Megan and the very sexy, sexual result, Avril had started her pill regime that very day.
Her results were much different from Megan's. After a few days she noticed the bump similar to what her new bff had reported. Moreover, her breasts felt tender to touch and her muscles felt sore. Spiking through her, and not just the sexual energy that Megan was charged with, real energy as well. Avril had started to jog, unintentionally at first, but she felt good after a run. The run became a brief exercise, then a half hour, then it moved to an hour. Now she was done with her workout for the day, the barbell behind her done helping with her squats. Already everything seemed to show. Avril's body seemed to take on a toned look to it. She wasn't horrifically muscled, and desperately didn't want to be. Instead she was starting to look like fit, like Jen Selter.
Jen didn't have a body like this however. Avril's blonde hair had taken on a luxurious sheen that made light dance around each lock. Her complexion improved like a proactive model. Even her eyes seemed brighter. Yet, that was not the only change Curvoma B made to her face. Her lips, formerly small and thin, had taken on a plumpness that looked like a constant pout. Moving down, past her slender neck, her breasts stuck out from her slender frame. Previously when asked, she would answer that she was a 'B'. If she was, she was a very small B cup at best, or a moderate A. There was no confusing these tits for A cups however now. A solid pair of large 'D's capped up with pink nipples that just begged for attention. Even now they jostled within the confines of her blue sports bra. Moving down, her stomach was no longer a round little thing, instead she had a hint of a six pack forming. Her waist remained a small 24 inches, while her hips flared out. Previously, 32 inches left her with a small pert ass. Now however, her butt flared out dramatically. It was not on the level of Kim Kardashian, or even Megan's new figure, but it was there. 38 inches of cushion. The squats she did now must have been helping as well, as her butt remained firm, with just enough jiggle. Her butt tapered down into thicker thighs and her dainty feet. All in all Curvoma was doing to her what was promised, and then some.
The 'then some' was ever present on Avril. Jutting out just above her pussy was a cock. It wasn't the 14 inch monster that Megan Fox had, but it was lovely none the less. After 2 months it seemed to settle down to 6 and a half inches and thicker than the cocks she had seen. Avril was fine with that, remarkably, she was even fine that she now had a cock. Perhaps the ever present Curvoma clouded her rational judgment on sex. Two small egg sized balls had filled out a sack. They seemed to constantly be at work in there, producing copious amounts of sperm.
Back in the present, Avril toweled off the sweat and grime from her workout. AC/DC, her go to work out music, blasted out Thunderstruck from Pandora from the far wall while she approached the floor length mirror and admired her form. Her blonde locks were tied back in a ponytail while a blue sports bra struggled against her new endowments. Even now they wobbled against the fabric with every pose she made, nipples jutting out against it. Her midriff was bare, showcasing her abs, leading down to a pair of black workout pants. They almost looked painted on against her wide hips and enlarged ass. There was also no hiding the bulge that stuck out from her crotch. Avril smiled and posed. She admired how everything stuck out when she went for the classic model pose. One hand on her hip and a leg bent. She turned and went for the Kim Kardashian pose. Both hands on her hips and her legs one right in front of the other. Avril liked that one, but Kim probably had that trademarked. One last pose. Avril faced away from the mirror and looked back. It was an ass shot that J. Lo, Shakira, and Kim made famous. It did wonders for her ass. Those two globes stuck out at a lovely angle. Casting no doubt on her feminity and raw sexuality. Quite the shift, Avril thought, from her formerly 'cute' title. 'Sexy. That's a title I can get used to.'
Over the blast of Brian Johnson singing, Avril became vaguely aware of the ringing of her phone. Sighing with regret, she turned down the music and picked up the phone. Avril's immediate thought was that it was her lawyer. Filing for divorce was never an easy prospect. She knew, she had been there before. Yet, this time was slightly different. Her lawyer insisted, despite her opinion to the contrary, that being in Nickelback was not reason for divorce. Yet, it was easier than saying her marriage was loveless. Even more so now. The phone buzzed again and brought her back to the present. The number was not one she recognized but she answered all the same.
Avril was greeted by a blast of unworldly noise. Holding the phone back, she shouted into the device. "Hello?"
Another screech, this time human. "Hey gurl!"
Confusion. "Who's this?"
"Oh hey, it's Lindsay. Megan gave me your number." Whatever sound was going on in the background lessened greatly.
Of course. Lindsay would inevitably get her number from Megan. According to the raven haired goddess, Lindsay was a sexual dynamo. One that was running Megan ragged despite her enhanced libido. Better to be addicted to sex than any of her previous vices. "Oh hi, what's up?"
"Nuthin. I wanted to call and check up on you. Megan is off for filming, and I'm reading through scripts. They're so boring."
"Oh yeah? Anything interesting?" Avril took a swig from her water bottle and started to clean up. She'd need a shower before going anywhere, and without a doubt she'd be leaving the house after this conversation. Megan out of town, Lindsay free to roam, things were suddenly making sense.
"Nothing yet, there was talks for a Mean Girls 2."
"I thought they made a second one."