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To Catch A Starlet 2 part 6
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To Catch a Starlet 2: Nelson's Revenge: Chapter VII:
Wait a minute, I suddenly realized. I am missing classes, and my parents
probably think I'm missing! I've got to get out and try to be Marty again!
I tried to escape. But then Peter threw something like a rope with weights on
each end, and that tied me up at the knees, and I fell down on my face and
breasts. He came over to me and held a cloth soaked with chloroform to my mouth
and nose. I fell asleep.
The next morning, when I woke up, I felt... bigger. I was naked, and on my
back, and when I opened my eyes, I was shocked to see that I could only see my
toes. My feet were almost completely blocked by my enlarged breasts! I was also
in a different room from where I had been before, an empty bedroom. I got up and
walked to the mirror, and realized once and for all my worst fear: I had somehow
been given an extremely well-endowed figure. I think my bust and hips increased
by 6 inches each. Aside from that, I still looked like Kellie Martin with short
red hair.
I wanted to get out right away. Peter had been every bit the sex-minded creep
that Nelson was! But the room was locked from the outside. Noticing that it was
nothing but a conventional hook-and-eyehole latch, I looked for something like a
ruler or a card to undo it. But I had nothing in the room but a bed and a
dresser. My breasts were really getting in the way, too, so I had to crawl
around just to see if there was anything of use on the floor.
Then I realized that all this time, I had Nelson's lipstick-sized hidden
camera (the one he used to make his porno flick) inside my ass. Maybe part of
the camera would lift the hook out of the eyelet, and I would be free. This was
no time to be discreet, so I got it out of me, untied the condom that I had
wrapped it in, and threw it on the floor. To shorten the story, a piece of the
camera's shattered housing worked perfectly. Now I was out of the empty bedroom.
Still crawling, I found my way to Peter's bedroom and found my clothes. I
needed my shirt just to stop my breasts from bobbing, but it fit so tightly
around them, and on top of that, it only went down to a few inches above my
waist! The only other things I could wear were my G-string (thank goodness for
Spandex!) and my shoes. The jeans simply would not fit, now that my hips were
wider. I spent the next hour looking for some women's clothes, but no luck
there. I would have to shop.
I left the house. I found a nice, oversized coat that worked perfectly, and it
had pockets to hold my wallet and keys. The cold Michigan winter air enveloped
my legs, and because extreme temperatures arouse me so much, I was running wet
again. As I went out to my car, I could see other people simply staring at me,
with those shapely, bare legs and high heels. I tried to start my car, but it
wouldn't. I looked under the hood to find the battery missing.
I went back in to have breakfast, as now Peter's food was at my disposal.
After that, I realized I never had a chance to enjoy my body by myself. I looked
for a bathroom to lock myself inside, but I found something better--a whirlpool
sauna. I turned it on, and in minutes it bordered on hot, just the way I liked
it. I took off my coat and few other items of clothing, then sunk my feet, legs,
pussy, glorious globes and shoulders inside. Going from the cold room air to the
hot water really aroused me. So did the feel of bubbles all over my soft skin.
I began fingering myself with the middle and ring fingers of my right hand. My
pussy-lips had already begun to expand, so they went in so easily. I knew two
fingers were not enough to bring me to an orgasm, but I figured that women had
to be patient with their orgasms. A few minutes later, I added the index finger.
It fit better than I thought. I had expected three to do the job, because put
together, they were thicker than, say, the dick I had as Marty.
I thought, Whoa, my cookie basket must hold a lot of cookies. I added the ring
finger, and now it was working. I had been holding back my moans before, but now
I had to let go. For added pleasure, I lifted my left breast to my mouth with my
free hand. I was able to lick and suck on the large, erect nipple. All the
sources of arousal--sucking my big breast, fingering my extra-large pussy,
grinding that nice ass against the smooth side of the sauna--brought to me
another great orgasm. I dropped my breast from my mouth and really started
screaming in ecstasy, "Ohhh! Ohhhhhh! Ahhhhh! Yes! Yes! Ohhhhhhhh...."
As this orgasm subsided, I turned around, now pressing my breasts hard against
the side of the sauna and rubbing my legs together. I especially wanted to feel
bubbles all over my pussy and ass. But then I saw Peter again, and he came back
with a bag full of something. He was wearing a robe, as far as I could see.
"Donna, you were supposed to be in that bedroom."
"I had to have breakfast, Peter," I replied.
"Donna, you belong to me. You should stay when I tell you and eat when I want
you to eat. Now come on, out of the spa."
I slowly stepped out of the sauna, my body glistening and dripping with water.
It was so cold, not only did I get goosebumps, but my nipples got really hard. I
wrapped my body around him and said, "Oh, it's so cold."
"You should go back to your bedroom."
"No," I whispered seductively in his ear, my breasts pressing against the robe
as I pulled it from the shoulders down. "You wanted to fuck a queen-sized pussy.
Now's a good time to get warm in this cold bathroom, " I continued as the robe
fell to his feet and I felt his naked dick with my hands and his ass with my
breasts.
"Huh?" he said. And then I took the belt that tied off the robe and made a
knot with it, just like I did with Nelson's shoes in Chapter I. He began hopping
after me, and I desperately searched for something to trip him. Nothing worked,
but then I looked in the bag and found some sexual aids, one of which was Motion
Lotion, a sex lubricant. I squirted some on the floor and that made him slip. I
ran out of the bathroom, wet and totally naked, taking nothing but my coat with
me.
After putting it on, I had no choice but to run for freedom. But I had to put
my arms around my chest just to keep my breasts from chafing, and the other
extra weight I had gained overnight wasn't helping. Worse yet, a car was coming
from behind, and I found that because I was wet, the coat was riding up on me!
My ass was exposed for the car's passengers to see!
--TO BE CONTINUED--
Hot. Not as hot as the opening for the opening chapters or Chapter V, so I've
really got to do well on Chapter VIII!!
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