"Do you have a bathroom?"
The thin, hawkish faced man behind the counter of the General Store smiled, making little effort to hide his appraisal of George's body as he gestured to the back of the store, saying, "Past automotive products on the right, honey. Just call out if ya need any help in there, now..."
She wasn't offended by the man's less than professional attitude, or his suggestive offer. She was becoming used to such things in Cinder Bay and, besides that, she had more important things on her mind as she tried not to run to the back of the store with the taste of coconut in her mouth.
Practically slamming the door shut behind her, she snapped the deadbolt to secure the dirty little bathroom and quickly stepped to the sink. In the mirror above it, her wide eyes stared back at her, conveying the same disbelief she felt as though her reflected image was a supportive twin. Slowly, she parted her lips. Her mouth opened wide and she watched her tongue protrude for inspection. Her heart rate sped up as it kept coming, its tip touching the end of her chin before it stopped. It had turned colour from a dark pink to a pale red and was more rounded, like the body of a snake. Like Elora Sasser's tongue.
She'd seen enough of that. At her will, it recoiled back to its cave in an instant, her jaw snapping shut as if to lock the thing behind her teeth forever. Her eyes were wider now, heart thumping in her chest as she fought the quickly rising tide of panic that threatened to blot out all reason from her mind.
But that was only the first part of her inspection.
Taking the top button of her white blouse in her fingers, she slowly, solemnly unfastened it, then three more until her bust line was clearly visible. She wore a pale blue, lace and satin demibra, one she'd had for almost a year. It was one of her favourites because she thought it was sexy and comfortable, and she liked how it made her A-cup breasts seem just a little bigger. When she put it on that morning, she'd noticed how she felt a little crowded in it, but she was too distracted by other thoughts at the time to pay it much mind. Now it was hard to be distracted from the sight of her areolas peeking above the cups of a bra that was clearly too small and, as she watched, her nipple slowly popped into sight. She gasped aloud, an expression that was as much disbelief as it was pleasure at how it felt when the super sensitive, fully erected bud scraped past the seam to freedom. Her jaw sagged and she let out a little cry, flinching at the doubled pleasure as her as her other nipple slipped out of its cup, snapping to attention like the other one had.
"Oh my gaaawd..." she moaned in a small, confused voice.
But the inspection wasn't over.
Now her whole body trembled as she cast her eyes down to her hips. She'd had these blue jeans much longer than the bra, had grown into them as they formed to her hips and thighs and, after so many wash cycles, they were now as comfortable and soft as they were snug. As with the bra, she noticed a somewhat more tight fit when she pulled them on that morning, but had attributed it to the fact that they were clean and slightly shrunken from the dryer. But instead of having loosened up a little, as they always did when worn for a few hours, they now seemed even tighter and, in the mirror, it was impossible to deny that her hips were now fuller. Her upper thighs were also a little thicker and, turning around, she was amazed to see that her bottom was indeed wider than it had been, though certainly not in a bad way. In fact, she couldn't help thinking that if this were some other girl's bottom, she'd be quite attracted to it. It was almost perfect.
This fact didn't quell the small, panicked sound that escaped her throat and she quickly turned back around. Buttoning up her blouse once again, she flinched at the feel of it against her nipples, staring at how they visibly assaulted the thin material from underneath.
"Omigod! Omigod! What's happening to me!?"
It took quite an act of will to calm herself down. Logical rationale played a large part in this as she told herself that, aside from her tongue, the changes were actually good. Hadn't she always wanted larger breasts? Didn't her hips look much better now? As for the tongue, as frightening as it was, it
felt
good. When she dared herself to grind it against the roof of her mouth, it felt much like her clitoris did when she touched it. Even gently biting on it with her molars felt good, seemed to make it thicker as tingles broke out on her face, especially around her mouth and forehead, and ran down the sides of her neck.
With another act of will, she forced herself to stop playing with her tongue.
She had to leave the bathroom. She'd been in there for... how long?
"Everything okay in there, sweet thing?" the attendant asked from behind the counter with a leering smile, but without much concern.
With her sunglasses on, she walked quickly by him without answering or even so much as looking at him. Back outside on the narrow, planked walk that spanned the front of the building, she felt a little better, like she could breathe a little easier. Looking up at the sky, she took a deep breath while vaguely noting how the clouds were gathering. A slightly chilly breeze was blowing in from the water and she shivered, not so much because of this as the effect of her discoveries in the
General Store
's bathroom.
What in hell was going on!?
"George!"
It was Bess. It looked like she'd just come from the boutique, holding her right arm above her head, waving at her as though she were stranded and needed rescue. This made the indecently short, pink T-shirt she wore hike up far enough that George could see the nipple of her right breast. Without noticing, George pushed her tongue hard against the roof of her mouth, enjoying the exhilarating feel of tingles around her lips before stepping down from the wooden walkway to meet her cousin.
"George, I'm so sorry," Bess offered when they stood together directly across from the looming hotel. "That must have been awful for you!"
Still stricken by her discoveries in the
General Store
's bathroom, George at first didn't understand, her confused expression prompting an explanation from Bess.
"About what Nancy said. I wanted to talk to you this morning, but... well, what with the lack of privacy up in our suite and all..."
Nodding, George fought to pull herself together, though she was unable to keep the tremor from her voice when she replied, "Yes, uh... well, it is what it is."
"Don't give me that. You're hurt, I can tell."
George shrugged in reply. The matter of Nancy had slipped her mind. Next to what was going on in her mouth, it suddenly seemed far less than important.
"You know," Bess went on, "I never really realized how... incomplete Nancy is. As a person, I mean. It's like she only has any presence when it comes to her interests which, mainly, is solving mysteries. It's like trying to imagine our teachers as people, trying to imagine them at home watching television or out with friends instead of marking test papers until it's time to go to bed. We can't because we only ever see the teacher side of them, but we know they're people, that they live and love from within full personalities like we do. But Nancy... She doesn't. At least, she doesn't seem to."
"I know, I've been thinking about that," George agreed as a way to at least make it look as though she was interested in the conversation.
"So, you see it too. I wondered. I suppose you must have a different view of her now."
"I have a different view of a lot of things."
Bess regarded her for a moment before nodding agreement and saying, "I told her off last night. After you left."
"You did?"
"Yes. I also told her that..."
Bess trailed off, having been about to tell George that it was she who Ned had cheated on Nancy with but, unsure of how George would feel about that, despite how Nancy had hurt her, she'd changed her mind. Bess knew that she'd find out sooner or later anyway but, because of that upset between George and Nancy, she felt a closer connection with her cousin than usual and she didn't want to spoil it.
"Told her what?"
"A lot of things. I really don't want to talk about it right now, George. It's such a nice day and I'm in such a great mood; why spoil it? I'll tell you later."
"Um-"
"So, where were you headed?" Bess asked, cutting George off with this change of topic.
George only shrugged.
"Well, I was going to the Sherriff's office. Wanna come?"
"The Sherriff's office?" George asked, looking down at her cousin's slutty attire.
Bess nodded with a smile.
"Looking like that?"
"Sure. I was there yesterday, asking him to look into Susan Quinn's whereabouts, and I want to see if he's made any progress."
"You didn't look like a whore yesterday."
"Believe me, he won't care." Besides, you're looking a little whorish yourself. Is that a shelf bra you're wearing?"
"Uh... yeah."
"I don't remember you buying that. It looks good. Really good."
"So do you, Bess. You do whorish well."
As the two cousins smiled at one another, George's hormones began to subtly calm her fears over whatever was happening to her, if only a little. Her tongue seemed to swell as she arched her back a little for Bess.
"George, have you gained weight?"
" ... I think maybe a little."
"It looks good on you," Bess complimented with a tricky grin as she grabbed her cousin's crotch.
