<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=273663.msg13457285#msg13457285">Quote from: Gardsorm on 25-08-2017, 12:31:59</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">I know the feel of phone posting all too well. No worries, I'll try to keep posts directed at you to a small and reasonable amount with hopefully enough detail to give you something to work with. ^^<br/><br/>Ooh, that idea sounds cool... No pun intended. &lt;_&lt;; But reading!<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>You don't have to make them short on my account...<br/><br/>Basically what I'm saying is if you want me to do something more like this<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(http://www.index.hr/gc/thumbnail.ashx?path=slike_profila/2305/8bf4ebb5.jpg&amp;width=300&amp;height=250)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sasha "Ariel" Jones<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Thursday evening, after txt flurry<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Very little (http://g02.a.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1t.6jLXXXXXbEXXXXq6xXFXXXn/2016-summer-new-Harajuku-style-font-b-Jigglypuff-b-font-printing-exposed-navel-stretch-sleeveless-camisole.jpg.jpg) <br/><strong>Location:</strong> residential - room 329/Sasha's room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Cassie<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong> this is totally not awkward<br/><hr/><br/>Sasha was not having a good day, and in fact had not really been having a good vacation. Some senior trip this was turning out to be. Oh sure on the surface it was good, she thought. But then today. This horrible terrible dismal bad… she was running out of adjectives. Today was bad. Flat out. No arguments could be made otherwise. Sure last night had ended on a bit of a downer but today… oh… today! She had been so giddy seeing Dante in the hot tub. And maybe she’d been a bit clumsy and collapsed into the boy but it’d been alright because it was Dante!<br/><br/>Loveable, awesome, dreamy Dante. Her first crush. Her love of her life. Her protector and adopted older brother. She knew she shouldn’t hold a flame for the man, really he was a man, but she did. Couldn’t help but love him. So accidently falling into his lap, feeling the effect she had on him. Her little heart went pitter patering for a bit. Then the worst happened. Logic had gone weird. Dante, always the big brother had suddenly become the BIG brother. Huge! Immense! Gigantic! Well she’d thought that in the time as she watched him expand before her. It was only as she nearly died from shrinking. How could she even consider it to be true if she’d not been there? Why could she do that? How did she do that? When did she get that curse? That it became apparent that she wasn’t in the normal world anymore. And she’d made her peace that God was punishing her. Then. OMG! Then she was alive! Tiny and frail in the hand of her big sexy adopted brother but alive! And then she was drowing in the hot tub. Geyser warmth and hurricane strength. It hadn’t been an experience she’d enjoyed at al. with the help of her siblings, always there always smarter always caring and protective, they helped get her back to normal. It’d taken so much time and effort for her to get back to like close to full size, she felt like she’d been put through a ringer. And she’d collapsed exhausted into her bed catching a few hours of shut eye. Jo was luckily gone at that point.<br/><br/>Only to be assaulted by the ravenous hunger in her stomach! A beast that was hungry and wanted to eat! She couldn’t just ignore it! It hurt so bad! She had to do something about it! Had quickly dressed and went to the pizza parlour. Warm, gooey and oh so de-lic pizza was to be called for. It had slices on standby and after three she was still ravenous. Ordered a pie for herself. She’d eaten almost the whole thing by the time Arek had bumped into her.<br/><br/>And then horror was visited upon her thrice more! Almost drowned! Almost sat upon! And had been humiliatedly embarrassed that not only did Arek see she was shrinking but he was excited by it! She kept shrinking in front of Arek in the pizza parlour!<br/>She was shrinking before her number one fan! Bullied around by a grade schooler and had to have his help getting back to her hotel room. Thank the Lord for small miracles that no one important to her social circle saw him carry her back like a toddler!<br/><br/>She’d curled up and cried for a long time after that. And luckily Jo was elsewhere. She didn't know how she'd deal with her fellow cheerleader and temporary roommate if she came back and saw her the size of a baby. How could anyone deal with that? Sasha couldn’t and she’d been dealing with it all day!<br/><br/>She couldn’t explain it, but somewhere, somehow, she’d gotten back to what felt like full height. She was calling it emotional reset button. Just cry and cry and cry and then when you’re done you just pass out. Big gobbing sobs that hurt your chest! Her body still felt like it’d been through the ringer, and in a very real sense it had.<br/><br/>She sat staring at the bare wall for minutes. Why was this happening to her? Arek said Kevin has magical rock powers, ha! Like that was bad! And Arek was all super gagedty! What the hell did that even mean? Like he was the next Jobs? Oooh look I made a new phone! Woopie! I shrink! Meanie, how could he have been happy she was diminished! Her great and glorious… ok that was overboard for her. But come on! He made gadgets and she became a hamster ball resident! Who made up these rules? Unfair!<br/><div class="floatright">(http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/8300675/640full-ekaterina-koba.jpg)</div>She didn’t know what she was going to do, why she was going to do anything, how she was going to do anything? Questions weren’t her thing! That was the smart people’s realm! She wasn’t smart. She wasn’t data driven. She lived and breathed, died and shrank, wah!, by her emotions. Maybe she needed to channel her inner Dante. Her inner Cass. Ok not Cass, too much lip. No way she could Arek it out. He was <em>too</em> nerdy. Like the nerd that’d swallowed another nerd and then merged with a nerd. Like how did Cass ever understand what Arek was saying? She loved him, he had a cute smile and was ooh so polite to her but when his mouth opened unless it was video games she was lost.<br/><br/>Inner Dante. Be Dante. Be Dante! She frowned. What did Dante do? Other than stand stoically and break her boyfriends limbs! Why would he do that? <em>Think like Dante, Sasha. Think like Dante.</em> Data. Dante always said data this data that correlate strings and other mumbo jumbo. But maybe he was right... Taking a moment to brush her hair she plugged her ear buds into her ears, cranked the music and went shopping.  She was a teen on a mission and wouldn't be sidetracked. Much, that was a cool looking lip gloss, did it match? NO! Data! Dante Data! It took a bit of time for her to find exactly what she needed in the gift shop and loaded up on tape measures and marched back to her room. Dante would know what to do with this. And if Dante knew she could… extrapolate it… her brain was hurting trying to think like Dante. Grace was more fun to think like.<br/><br/>She figured Jo probably wouldn't freak out to much about what she was planning on doing but easier to ask forgiveness. K. Data grab one! Put the scale in an easy to reach area. Data grab two! A height chart right by it. Data grab three! In red marker she marked off the half-way point of her height. 2'5" half max height, twenty nine inches. The inches <em>felt</em> important. The numbers bigger. Bigger was better! It was American as pie. No one liked little numbers. In a bright sparkly color she marked her normal height. 4'10" or 58 inches. Normally she hated how short that was. After earlier that was the greatest number in the universe. At each foot she marked in big black line so that she could glance to it and know where she was in relative height. For her close friends she marked, with the help of a chair, Grace's, Dante's and the easier of the three Cass. Three different colors three varying heights heights. And in front of that height chart she taped another down to know what her stride length was. Data right? If she needed to run she wanted to know how far she'd get with each step... not that she’d run far! She’d bounded around and bounced offa people earlier. She’s just probably float away if she ran to fast. Could that happen? Why not! You shrank! That’s totally not possible! Dante Data!<br/><br/>Trying to get her mind off this condition she did what always did focused on a task that required meticulous planning, she got ready to go out and meet friends. After all she had to find a date since… well she couldn’t ask Dante. And there were a lot of guys to choose from, like Trevor, Frank or Sam, Dean or Mikey. They all had good qualities. And if that didn't take Sara on the volleyball and basketball team was rumoured to be tomboy enough to date a girl. Was she really ready to switch teams? If Grace and Dante weren’t going to let her date she might have too. It was actually starting to cost her an arm and a leg for her vibes. A year? Yeah right! Frustrated and determined those things were like… months at best. Oh sure if she spent the money for the big good expensive ones then sure. But those were expensive ones! Course… maybe a better one would last longer. And she could get it slick and shiny chrome. She bit her lip… definitely! One she was cured!<br/><br/>She shook her head. She needed complete focus! Laser focus! This would require careful concentration of her make up skills. Factoring in her skin tone, her wardrobe outfits and her environment. She had to be perfect! It wasn’t vanity to be eye candy… it was a public service. Someone smart had said that, right? But she liked to dress up. If she had the cash for it she’d totally wear princess gowns and medieval gowns. She loved the way those looked, the way they puffed out when she spun around giggling. She’d already decided to wear her Jigglypuff puff’d off tank. It highlighted her breasts well and it was pretty revealing. Boom! Tummy on display! You can’t not like a bit of toned tum tum. It was like against laws of nature... like her. No! Her body was at least an 11 out of 10. Short was cute so she had a ton to work with. She’d pair it with a pair of cute short shorts, put on some pumps and she’d slay. No one would turn her down. Course the turning down part wasn’t the problem… it was the getting past first date stage most times.<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://data.whicdn.com/images/158021328/large.jpg)</div>She’d been trying to concentrate on her presentation when Grace and the girls started their relentless barrage of texts. She’d answer them, really she would but she was debating between pink lipstick or a simple lip liner. How much did she want to emphasize her kissable cute lips? A lot!  Pink lipstick it was! You always picked a feature on your face to emphasize and with a pink shirt you had to be careful on the color you picked. Wrong shade and you were a hag! Pink on pink? Bold and confident! And cute!<br/><br/>Snatching up her Nexus 6P phablet she jumped in late to the barrage for the preplan for tomorrow's preparty celebration for the girls squad. Woo! Booze! And Dante wouldn't be there to disapprove. Hopefully they had tequila! She loved that stuff! She flopped down on the bed holding the phone over her head as she caught up on the texts. Giddy thoughts of prom queen dancing through her head. It was probably going to be Grace, tall leggy Grace. But she could dream! And her prom king? Like anyone needed to ask her. She’d royally decree for Dante to get down on her queenly… What did queens do?<br/><br/>Weird! Bib sis without a date? Weird! Ever since they'd become adopted siblings sophomore year she'd never remembered Grace dateless without a specific reason. To teach a person a lesson, to drive home points or just simply to “recharge” the battery. Of course she to was dateless, not from lack of trying! If Dante didn't deny her Grace did. She couldn't win! How was she supposed to find true love this way?<br/><br/>A friendly bantering text and suddenly Grace was asking her out! Her? Grace was asking her little sis?! Her stomach dropped out of her body and her hands were getting wet. Was she serious? Her breath caught in her throat. Really? The feeling in her stomach seemed to grow! Butterflies attempting to escape! Could she be serious? Her thumbs lightning fast she fired back a response. And! The butterflies settled into a ball in her stomach. She was laughing at her! Sasha was being laughed at by her big sis! The tears that started to stream out of her eyes stung. Why?<br/><br/>The blow to her psyche was too much. Her fingers tried to work on the touch screen but nothing was coming out right, like the buttons were just out of their typical reach. A joking text to Grace saying she was her faithful lil sis and co-captain of the cheer squad but she didn’t really feel it. She was the adorable sweet baby sister. She played her role. Grace apparently didn't think about dating her! First Dante now Grace? She thought if anyone would understand her situation it would be them! Of course Grace had people hanging on her elbows all the time. She supposed it could be awkward but they weren’t really siblings! And it wasn’t like she’d ever dated a girl! Thought about pressing her lips to another ones smooth plump lips… maybe cuddling up to the soft skin. But flat out rejected! Friends going together… cheerleaders representing the squad. By themselves.<br/><br/>Why was it so hard for her to get a date? She was just as good looking as all the other girls! Better! If Grace was the 12 out of 10 she was at least an 11 if not a 12 herself, sure it was vain but considering her age and the fact she was a cheerleader she had to be a bit vain. And with her size! She had to be better than everyone else. She already knew that her and Grace had the same boob size, E cup, different band sizes since she was a 33 and her sister being taller was like a 37 or something.<br/><br/>Oh sure! She was shorter but some guys liked that! Dante adored her! And her hip to waist ratio was almost the same! Hell most guys wouldn’t even know the difference! The only thing Grace had that Sasha wished she had was those killer long legs of her! And she liked to think her personality was great too. She was constantly told how cheerful, pleasant, nice, polite, active and naïve she was, was navie good? It sounded good. It wasn’t like horrible cunt or whatever! But above all else she was <em>so</em> available! Sniffling she got up from the bed, dropping the phone to the soft sheets, adjusting her bra straps a bit since they never seemed to sit right! Maybe she should go for customs. Customs fit better right?<br/><br/>After blowing her nose she stumbled back to her phone. She didn’t want to continue this conversation. She wanted to just... do anything else! Still, she leaned back against the wall and sent out a fake excited text, well it was meant to seem excited at least. The invitation to a friend and tutor to the preparty get together. She knew it’d be a hard sell to get her friend Nadria to the party, upbringing and stuff. But Sasha knew she could do it. Even before she’d gotten a response from the group she was sending a text to her sometime lunch, shopping and frequent tutor. She’d love to party with the girls!<br/><br/>The conversation in the texts was turning towards prom and modelling and pictures all things that by all rights Sasha should be into. But the constant fluttering in her stomach stuck with her. It was just a light feeling, probably just nerves from this morning and Arek and Grace asking then turning her down. But there was no way she couldn’t tease her BFF. Stabbin’s huh? Psh, Cassie couldn’t hurt a fly! She’d seen her aim. But as really expected from her friend she fired back and hit in a place that hurt. Remarking about there Muay Thai flirtation, what a mistake that’d been! And angrily she fired back that she’d not lost because Cass had punched her in the boob and it was, in her mind, a disqualification! She’d hit her hard! It’d been bruised for a week… and almost immediately her sister was tag teaming in. Why was everyone picking on her today? Wah! She was the nice one! Why the means!<br/><br/>She just… she was so glad no one could see her as she fired her deceptively cheery text message back to the others. She slowly slid down the wall a bit as her socks slid along the carpet. She pushed off from there. She didn’t need to lean against the wall anyway! She started an anxious pacing back forth. The phone held in both of her hands, the thumbs posed over the buttons. Reaching just a tad further it seemed with every rebuttal to her mean friends! She could show them!<br/><div class="floatright">(https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5616/15450680360_4f515ffc17_b.jpg)</div>The comment about her breasts and needing a reduction was like a needle in the side. She readjusted her bra. What did Cass known? The butterflies vanishing for a moment as she reminded her friend that she would always be second in that particular contest. There were some things Cassie just couldn’t beat her in… and then back to her dating. The blow to her stomach made her weak in the knees and she tripped on something on the floor. Her fucking shoe! She kicked it away with a barefoot foot and wiped the tears with the palm of her hand. Why did everyone have to remind her that she couldn’t find anyone?<br/><br/>She almost threw down her phone until Grace responded back with a comment about feasting on her, she’d only picked November because it was close to her birthday and she didn’t want to do Halloween. She didn’t want to be dressed up as a sexy little witch like everyone thought she should be. She was so tired of everyone assuming she was going to be a sexy little anything! She tried being a slasher one year and all she got was awws! The weird tingly feeling returned in full force.<br/><br/>She was barely paying attention to the conversation now in the texts until her good dear best friend forever suggested she should do porn! It was like she didn’t know her or anything! Her super Christian parents would kill her! Were already pissed beyond belief, they’d prayed for her, when she’d given Dante her virginity! She used safe sex. Even got a diaphragm to ensure she’d not get pregnant. It’s not like she was even that active compared to all of the others! She’d had sex only with Dante! Grace probably had a dozen boys in a month! Maybe… ok… she didn’t know! But she was chaste compared to them! She’d given her heart to Dante and he’d… she wasn’t going there!<br/><br/>In her anger, this tingling was driving her crazy! She fired off a response to Cass, apparently stepping into a trap to reveal her sex life with her ex. She growled under her breath. Why would she even ask how hard she’d been spanked! Fine! You want information. She wanted to dial her up and scream “I had Dante first! I won that contest too! Even if you two were interested I was there first! My flag was planted on his chest! Property of Sasha Ariel Jones! Instead she decided to just kiss and tell. Like Dante would ever know she’d told Cass. Cass wasn’t one to gossip.<br/><br/>Her questioning turned different. More… tender almost. Of course she loved Dante! What sort of silly question was that? It was Dante who’d decided to end the relationship, had been the one who’d saved her, and had been the one who kept her under his wing like a kid. Her plan was to marry him. Only… the letters weren’t coming out correct and it was starting to hurt her grip. Still anyone could make a mistake. She was starting to get hungry and her mouth had gone dry long ago. She wished whatever was causing her tingly would just go away!<br/><br/>And now Grace?! She groaned when she saw her sister asking if Dante had spanked her! How embarrassing! But she’d been contemplating dating her… oh man what would her parents think if they could see this entire thread. Daughter gives virginity to high school jock, check, contemplating dating a woman, lesbian check, talking about kinks, check. She stopped readjusting her shorts, they just weren’t sitting right as she fired back a response to both of them. Yeesh! Why did they care? Was it to rub it in her face how she was dateless for a school dance… again!<br/><br/>She couldn’t help but fantasize now and again of Dante laying his hands on her shoulders and pulling her close to him to sway… ok it wasn’t really sway he was like a foot taller than she was. But his strong grip and lifting her into his grip… she heaved a sigh. Why did they have to break up? They’d been perfect for each other!<br/><br/>She glanced down at the phone with a grin, the awkwardly large case being a pain in the ass to try and hold and type. She switched to using her finger to start sliding back and forth over the words. So much easier! Probably been holding the phone to long which is why it was so awkward to hold. Man she was getting hungry and a quick shudder went through her as the AC kicked on. Who turned down the AC so much?! She liked it toasty warm. Better for cuddling.<br/><br/>Again Cassie was texting asking if she loved Dante which was just odd. She knew she loved him. Even more so since he’d saved her from drowning when she’d gotten to small for his hands. And apparently she was on autopilot as she wrote because as the feeling that had been tapering off in her stomach had just finished she realized she’d just admitted that Dante had given her a collar! Sinful daughter… check. Her parents would be taking her to church for this for sure. What was the penitent on admitting that she liked it? She rolled her shoulders again trying to readjust her bra. Why was it not staying in place? And she shimmied a bit resettling her jeans on her hips. The fabric brushing low.<br/><br/>Only to have Grace remind her of the predicament of almost shrinking herself to death in a hot tub this morning. Why did she… She seemed to take stock of the phone. When… she dropped the phone from numb fingers as her head snapped up and looked up at the room around her. When had everything gotten so big? How had she let this happen to her?! A glance down at her revealed that her once super skin tight and sexy shirt was hanging utterly loose, not cupping her perfect breasts! Her skin tight jeans… As she rushed towards the height chart her pants had another plan and they slid from her hips unsupported along with her panties. Not again! Not again! Why?!<br/><br/>Her phone was still going off and she turned, slipping on the height chart and tumbling to her knees and palms and let out a cry. Whose idiot idea was putting a vinyl height chart on the ground? She crawled over to the phone. She couldn’t tell her sister she was shrinking again! She stood up not caring that her phone was huge in her hands and moved to turn on her TV and playstation 4 she’d brought. She had to take her mind off of this somehow, YouTube comedies or something!<br/><br/>Grace was asking her to describe what was going on when she was shrinking? Did she know she was shrinking now? Of course not! How could she know she was slowly dwindling away towards bug territory again? Closing her eyes she focused on what she was feeling now. If this was to be her last moments of bigness she wanted at least someone to have the insight into what caused it incase this was a new disease or something. Fluttery stomach, tingly. She cursed as her tiny fingers weren’t reaching the spots on the phone she wanted. She pitched the phone onto the bed and climbed up, sitting down on a pillow.<br/><br/>Here on the pillow she was safe, if she got to min size it would be her football field. And then the phone slid right onto the phone trigging the voice activation and catching her tiny squeak of damn. She tried to reach the phone from the bed but her arms were too small now. She slid off the bed, head first and did a roll. Coming up naked since her shirt was designed to enhance and hug curves. Hers were diminutive. This wasn’t helping her!<br/><br/>Her sis was talking now, probably sensing since she’d said she was having trouble holding the tablet sized phone. She cried a little as she lay naked on the floor next to the phone, talking to the phone so she didn’t need to touch it. She could see Grace was attempting to cheer her up. Was talking about how terrible whatever was happening to her. To have people literally do what you want? How was that terrible? She’d take that any day over her journey to cockroach size.<br/><br/>She was so glad no one could see her curled up on the ground. Her texts were so super chirpy and happy; it’s what everyone expected from her. She was the confident dare devil. The 58” tall terror. Nothing got her down and she was always so happy! But now? In her moment of need? Who could help her? Who understood what was happening? Grace said it was her nerves or feeling small. She was doomed. Sure the door was unlocked and a do not disturb sign was on the door but…<br/><br/>The phone vibrated loudly next to her ear and somehow she’d realized she’d cried herself to sleep. The phone was huge but she felt… empty. Like nothing mattered. Looking around the room was at least double its normal size. What was she going to do going forward? Wait… Cassie had a power? Why did everyone have like… cool powers and she had the one that could potentially kill her! Whose idea was this?<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://kak-barbi.ru/wp-content/uploads/2012/09/Katya-Koba-belorus-barbi-14.jpg)</div>She sighed, leaned her head back and watched the rapid fire exchanged from the other students until her sister left the chat. So unlike her! She always wanted to be in the conversation. A part of her knew she should be freaking out. But after this being the 3rd time… and she was… well sitting on the floor she couldn’t see around the bed. She didn’t want to get up. Didn’t want to know how far she’d fallen. She tried her best to comfort the older girl and it seemed to be working. They were quickly setting up a sleepover with ice cream. And now her BFF was offering to come over. She was totally ravenous! And a plea for a burger was answered by the merciful one… she fought for a few minutes to ask for more and she finally caved. She was so hungry! Why did becoming little make her hungry? She’d eaten so much when she’d been bug sized and then she’d eaten like a whole pizza and now she wanted a dozen burgers.<br/><br/>Her rapid fire texting, of sorts, continued. She had to talk at the phone and get annoyed when it didn’t get all her words because of how high pitched and squeaky her voice was. Why couldn’t they just get here so she wouldn’t have to be sitting here alone?<br/><br/>She got up and pulled the shirt she’d been wearing on, the bra still discarded on the floor from her tumble and she shook her head as she had to tie the spaghetti straps to make it so it’d not be so loose on her shoulder. It was like wearing a ball gown though. And she did have to admit she loved ball gowns and how they made her feel like she was the center of attention.<br/><br/>She’d just about finished making herself presentable when a new ringtone chimed. Her heart sank immediately. Dante. She’d just been telling both Grace and Cassie not to tell him! He’d threatened to keep her on a shelf for her protection! And then suddenly the fluttery stomach, dry mouth and tingles were back. She was shrinking again! She could recognize it now! The tingles! Cursed annoying tingles!<br/><br/>His questions were edged with concern for her. Worried about her safety if she needed food. She did the only thing she could think of. She threw Dante at Grace. Using the words from all the texts to divert his laser like focus of protection away from her. She didn’t want to be a pet on his shelf. Just in his bed! And she felt horrible for doing that but she just wanted him to go away so she could just get rid of these tingles!<br/><br/>She could only sit and wait now. Pray Jo didn’t come back before the others did. She’d told Cass over phone that she was shrinking. That she was too tiny to really open the door. She looked at the height mark… she was literally half her size. Twenty nine inches. She hoped Cass or Grace got here soon. And she hoped Arek figured out what the hell was going on to her. She basically wanted anyone smarter than her to tell her how to fix this. How to get back to normal forever. One day of this and she was done.<br/><br/>She was trying to stay positive but she knew where her limit on shrinking ended. Bug size. So the door was unlocked, for her protection, the do not disturb sign on the door to keep out the cleaners. She was effectively a prisoner. Trapped on her senior ski trip. Oh sure she had her phablet turned tablet to talk to her friends. But she couldn't really interact with them.<br/><br/>But her BFF was bringing food… she hoped. At least she’d not shrunk as fast as she’d done with Dante and Arek. Maybe it didn’t work as well the 3rd time. How many times until it didn’t work at all? Ugh she hated math!<br/><br/></div></div><br/>Then I'm going to be getting stressed. :P<br/><br/>We Could Be Heroes wants these long posts.<br/><br/>But if you consider something like say<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(https://cdn.cloudpix.co/images/marisa-miller/marisa-miller-biker-sports-illustrated-b5a36f70c4ef7afda46e5a4e2c3124b9-large-352744.jpg]https://cdn.cloudpix.co/images/marisa-miller/marisa-miller-biker-sports-illustrated-b5a36f70c4ef7afda46e5a4e2c3124b9-large-352744.jpg)</td><td><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 15pt;">Amilya Morgan (https://rachelshaven.com/forum/index.php?topic=81632.msg745121#msg745121)</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Location and Company:</strong>  Aubrey in the terror maze<br/><strong>Attire:</strong> Black leather jacket (https://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;size=l&amp;tid=6295111), white shirt (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/16/ec/24/16ec24438c56a3ede436e4da08405adb--white-vneck-tee-white-v-neck-t-shirt.jpg), fingerless gloves (https://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&amp;size=l&amp;tid=211752143), blue jeans (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/f3/d7/1b/f3d71b5a4c7f51e78d03b77044a8ad30--biker-jeans-denim-pants.jpg) and Engineering Boots (https://www.shoes.com/pi/hypar/jb/hypar406888_218250_jb.jpg)<br/><strong>Inventory:</strong> Nothing but attitude<br/><strong>Current Effects:</strong> badonkadonk<br/><strong>Body Appearance:</strong> Normal appearance<br/>5'6”, toned blonde woman with smooth hands, manicured nails, Brazilian Butt<br/><strong>Power Ups:</strong> <br/></span><br/></td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br/>Amilya was starting to lose what little patience she had left and was about to open her mouth and tell these game people she was done. She would take a different punishment if it got her past this stupid bar in the road. Her precious height was gone, the shield that she'd used to repel slings and arrows from everyone for making fun of her for being a tomboy or for being to tall or not like things that girls liked. Her brother's tattoo's were gone and all the things scars and cuts from working on engines were gone. They were making her into such... such a girl! She growled and stomped her bare foot and winced. And being brave in the face of the elephant shubbery hadn't worked either because Aubrey, the guy turned girl, had soothed it by talking.<br/><br/>"This entire pwha!" A scoop of dirt smacked her in the middle of her chest sending the air rushing out of her lungs and causing her to double over in surprise. Wincing she moved to her knees and barely managed to crawl away from the elephant turned trencher. On her knees she crawled until she was even with the bar and slid to sit down. Wincing and stretching her once extra long legs out as the wedgie that was part of her now ever apparent life was not going to get away. She was almost tempted to kick off her jeans and her panties and walk around with just her jacket to keep her privacy. But she didn't think that was going to be a good idea. Knowing how things were going she was going to have a sausage in her jeans adding even more discomfort. She closed her eyes and tried to get used to the feeling of the extra cushy mound she found attached to her lower half. How did anyone live with this?<br/><br/>She could hear the shrubbery doing it's work and so she sat, her eyes closed and her legs on either side of the pole. Waiting on the clear signal that the pole could be walked under or something. Was it going to dig a hole deep enough to go under itself? Or was the plan to make it big enough for her ginormous ass? She really hoped it was so she could walk. She couldn't imagine walking or running in these jeans with the way it was packed so tight. These were her favorite jeans and had fit snugly in all the right areas and loose in the right areas. It had taken forever to find these perfect jeans and because of a sneeze she would never fit into them again. <br/></div></div><br/>It's not as bad. I can do the second one at a quicker rate than I could the first one. :)