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- >Another rainy day, another few interviews
- >First one today was a ridiculously expensive looking H&H side by side shotgun
- >It was an interesting girl
- >She appeared with a long, frilly dress and golden hair almost reaching the sofa she was sitting on
- >And… undeniably beautiful
- >Stone cold at first
- >But she softened up a little when she realized the situation
- >Not that she offered to help with anything
- >Might be because she had absolutely no experience
- >Never cooked a meal herself
- >Never cleaned
- >She was rather dismissing the whole time you spoke to her
- >She ended up demanding that she was driven home as soon as humanly possible
- >when you explained that wasn’t going to happen soon, she scoffed and left the room, heading into the library
- >With the tiny little Stephanie in her lap
- >And rather surprisingly, “The hunt for Red October” in her hands
- >As long as she was happy it was alright, right?
- >But now, you had far more important stuff on my mind
- >Lunch
- >You walk out to the kitchen and raid the fridge
- >One of the best things Annie had going for her, was that she always kept the fridge full
- >Not once since you met her had you opened the fridge and found it empty
- >It was almost beautiful
- >Boxes of leftovers
- >Fresh vegetables
- >Meat
- >Dairy products
- >All kinds of things to drink
- >You sigh the happiest sigh imaginable
- >And go for a box of leftovers from a big stew Annie made a few days ago
- >Meat, taters, all kinds of vegetables and an unhealthy amount of cream
- >And utterly delicious
- >You fill a plate with the gooey stew and put it in the microwave
- >You watch the plate spin slowly around in the microwave
- >It looks… beyond delicious
- >It stops spinning with ping
- >Hastily you pull it out, and walk over to the table
- >It’s all here
- >The beer too
- >You sink the fork into the ridiculously tender meat
- AAAANON!
- >”Augh… Yes Annie?”
- This box here, where is it going?
- >”The one with the magazines?”
- No, the big one with tape all over
- >You try to be calm as you leave the delicious food behind and walk over to Annie
- >She is holding the box in her hands and looks… happy to see you
- >And all the anger went away
- >It was a large box, and just like she said, almost covered in tape
- >”Where did you find this?”
- In the gun room!
- >”...You sure?”
- Yes, i picked it up myself!
- >Annie puts the box down on the coffee table
- >And the looks back to you
- >”Oh, right, i’ll get a knife”
- >She looks back at you
- >Looking… disappointed
- >Like you didn’t understand anything
- >She sighs heavily, lifts her right leg up and slides a sizeable knife out from her boot
- >”Do you always-
- Yes
- >”...”
- You can call me a lot, but not unprepared
- >”I’m not going to call you unprepared. Anyway, open, please
- Yep!
- >Annie spins the knife around in her fingers
- >She is frighteningly skilled with it
- >After a little bit of showing off, she buries the knife in the box, and carefully cuts it open
- >The top is cut open and Annie folds the sides away
- >There is a sea of bubble wrap inside
- >And those soft white balls used for packaging things safely
- >Whatever they are called
- >Annie is curious and pushes her hands down into the box
- >And up comes an underbarrel shotgun
- >Annie keeps digging
- >Three underbarrel weapons
- >The shotgun, was joined on the table with a grenade launcher and those awful .22 Zip guns
- >”Annie, do these guns have….?”
- >Annie picks up each of them, holding, touching and feeling it
- No. Or well, i don’t think so,...
- >”But?”
- But, i think they could… alter us
- >A flurry of ideas fly through your head
- >Alter?
- >What does that mean
- >What would happen?
- >Your thoughts directly go to Amanda
- >And all of them… slightly perverse
- >This was too fun of an opportunity to ignore
- >You take a quick look at the clock before saying a quick goodbye to Annie and rushing out to the car that happens to be closest
- >The old BMW
- >the inline 6 starts with a purr and soon after you are dashing along the dirt road
- >You find the closest gunstore to the house, still a good hour's drive away
- >With an uncharacteristic speed for such a place, you dash in, looking excited and longing
- >The tired, overweight man at the counter looks very surprised
- >No one who has bought a handguard and a few AR parts has looked this happy
- >Or excited
- >You pay for the wares and then das back into the waiting car
- >It leaves the parking lot with spinning tires and engine bouncing of the rev limiter
- >A beautiful sound and a smell that was borderline erotic
- >This was the fastest drive home anyone has ever done
- >While a big BMW saloon is usually something that was intended to be driven with dignity…
- >You decide to pretend this particular one was a WRC car on the last gravel stretch to the house
- >Soon the car brakes to a halt and you fly out of it, gunparts in hand
- >You open the door with a vigorous slam and scream
- >”AMANDA. GET DOWN HERE, RIGHT NOW”
- >Not long after, a sleepy and somewhat confused looking girl comes down the stair
- “W-what is it Anon?”
- >”YOU’RE GETTING A NEW HANDGUARD”
- “Oh really?”
- >”WITH RAILS ON IT”
- “No… Anon! Please, NOOOOO”
- >Amanda tries to run away, but wearing socks indoors proves to be her doom
- >You catch her neck, turning her into that pretty looking AR you built a few years ago
- >As fast as you can, you get it to the closest available table, ripping the old handguard off
- >But, being an AR, the process was easy
- >One goes off, new one goes one
- >”Okay, change now!”
- >And so she does
- >Her long brown hair flows over a camouflaged shirt instead of the white t-shirt she had earlier
- “Anoooon, why are you doing this!”
- >Amanda seems visibly upset
- >You hold her and walk her out to the three underbarrel weapons
- >Her eyes open up
- >Wide
- >She didn’t get the chance to say why she was so flustered over the weapons
- >You grabbed her by the neck, and once again find yourself with an AR in your hands
- >Now for the fun part
- >The launcher neatly slides onto the lower rail, and you secure it with a screw
- >Your AR
- >Now with a grenade launcher
- >”Okay, Amanda, let’s see how you like this!”
- >Amanda changes back
- >Your plan… worked
- >Her clothes were exactly the same
- >The blue jeans
- >The old boots
- >Her new camouflaged shirt
- >But underneath…
- >Certain parts of her had grown significantly larger
- >She had grown from the something-around-b-cup she always been a little conscious about to… you weren’t really sure
- >but they were big
- >Amanda’s face was one of pure shock
- >She looked down at her cleavage barely staying inside the shirt
- >The two top button were already popped open
- >Amanda stared down at her new assets, absolutely frozen in place
- >Her eyes glimmered, shined
- >Her jaw was on the floor
- >She raised her a little on her toes, pushing herself up and down an inch or two
- >She was rewarded with jiggling
- >Beautiful, beautiful jiggling
- >”Don’t forget to breathe”
- “A-Anon…”
- >”Like it?”
- “THIS IS AMAZING”
- >”Think so?”
- “Wow…”
- >”So, that’s what the grenade launcher does...”
- “W-w-”
- >”Good, that leaves the .22 zip and the Shotgun”
- “I don’t even… know what those do. But please let me keep this! Please! Pleasepleasepleaseplease”
- >The urge to bury your face in them is overwhelming…
- >But you can almost feel Annie’s gaze piercing the back of your head
- >The rewards was high
- >But so was the risk
- >You just can’t
- >”yeah, whatever”
- >The plan at this point was to get rid of the launcher and try the other weapons
- >But someone had other ideas
- >Amanda was bouncing with energy, and the same second you let her go, she darted away at speeds approaching that of the Sprint SAM missile
- “LAAAAAAAALAAAAAAAA!!! YOU HAAAAAVE TO SEEE THIS!!!”
- >And there was no point at all trying to stop what was about to happen
- >Or you thought so
- >Annie caught her in the doorway
- Little one, perhaps show a little gratitude
- “S-sorry Annie, but i’m just v-v-”
- I know you are, but be patient for a little while, would you?
- “Okay Annie…”
- >Amanda walks back, standing in front of you
- >She takes a last look at her assets before being gripped by the neck again and turned into a rifle
- >You slowly unscrew the screws on the grenade launcher, slide it off the rails and set it on the table
- >Next up was the little Zip gun
- >But it was no longer where you left it
- >Annie was holding it in her hands, with a troubled face
- >”Everything okay?”
- I’m not sure about this thing
- >”How so?”
- It’s like it is something in there, but it can’t come out
- >”She’s shy?”
- No, it’s not like that. It’s like something is in here, trapped?
- >”Okay… So, do we like… try?”
- I suppose we can, but i’m still not sure
- >You hum a long forgotten tune as you get the little .22 in place
- >It’s in the right place, now just the screws left
- >When they are in place to, you have a very M16A2 looking rifle, with a ugly handguard and a jammy, gimmicky, finicky .22 LR pistol on it
- >”Okat Aman-”
- Wait!
- >”Oh?”
- Anon, please wait a little, i have a bad feeling about this…
- >”You do?”
- Yes, that little gun is…
- >”Horrible?”
- Yes, and cute little Amanda…
- >”Come on, how bad can it be? Amanda, come out!”
- >It tuned out “How bad can it be” was exactly like the “How hard can it be” line they liked on Top Gear
- >Which as soon as it was said out loud, something ended in a fireball or a massive crash
- >Amanda stands before you
- >Annie gasps audibly and then covers her mouth
- >Amanda looks down, still front heavy despite her loss of cleavage
- >It takes her a second or two to realize what happened
- >Her face is now one of horror
- >You can feel the panic building up inside
- >While you can take a lot of cruel jokes, but this certainly was one too far
- >You hop up, and grab her by her neck, no longer having to look at the girl in front of you
- >Where there was panic, now there is just an AR
- >Your hands are shaking as you take the little .22 and remove it from your rifle
- >Between your breaths, you manage to speak
- >”what the fuck… I didn’t even think that was possible”
- Yeah…
- >”Let’s… never speak of this, ever again”
- I’m just surprised she ended up like that before i did
- >”ANNIE”
- Sorry, sorry…
- >”Geez...”
- Give her the launcher back now, and let’s call it a day, that took two months off my life
- >You slide the launcher back and send Amanda off with an apology and a promise never to do that again
- >And not mentioning the shotgun
- >With that cleared up, she wasn’t seen for the rest of the day
- >And interestingly enough, neither was Lala
- >You had to sit in a corner of the house, with the TV running to not hear them
- >Annie was leaning in and around you
- >Another rainy day on the couch
- >It was very nice to just sit in the couch and cuddle for an entire afternoon
- >She might not appear to be that kind of person at first, but she was a big fan of just physical contact
- >Just being held
- >Not that you can blame her for that
- >And by the time that damn online casino ad rolls around for the fifth damn time, you can’t stop yourself from asking that one question anymore
- >”Annie?”
- Mhm….
- >She shifts a little as she lies on you, unburying her face from your shoulder
- >You can’t help but smile a little looking at her face
- “Sure you don’t want some rails?”
- >You say that, more as a joke than anything else
- Do you enjoy breathing?
- >Your train of thought lurches away, heading in a very specific direction
- I know what you are thinking, how i am going to choke you?
- >”Well…”
- It with not be with thighs up cleavage, it will be an extremely un-erotic affair, that will include ropes, a chair and a cellar
- >”You’re cute when you are angry”
- >Annie giggles a little
- >And is met with kiss on her forehead
- >”Don’t worry, you’re not getting any of that”
- As if i need it
- >”Hehe… nah. Can’t say you do”
- ….
- >”...”
- You’re not telling me something
- >”Yeah, i’m still kinda curious to what the Masterkey shotgun would do”
- Don’t force your perverted ideas on the poor girl
- >”I know, i know, i’m not gonna do it, but ya know, i’m a curious man”
- I will bully you if you bully the AR
- >”Annie, i promise you, i will not put a shotgun on my rifle. Good enough?”
- Good enough for me
- >Annie shuffles a little on you, rests her head on your shoulder, and falls asleep
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