Vinyl Scratch Bimbo CYOA (4)

This is a CYOA where you are Vinyl Scratch and tasked with becoming a bimbo (or not). Here are some general stats about your current state:
>Bimbo Status
>[***--] - 0 (So Not)
>You are not a bimbo. A cutie? Sure. A babe? Maybe. But not a bimbo. Good job (I guess?)!
>Arousal
>[****-] - 0
>You can feel a steady, persistent ache from between your legs

When these numbers get high enough, ‘stuff’ will happen, for good and for ill.


You’ve also started forming relationships with other people. The higher the relationship, the more they can do to help you, and the more influence you have over one another.

>Octavia
>[*----] - 2 > 3 (Friend > Buddy)
>In spite of your oddities, Octavia enjoys spending time with you. She values your perspective and enjoys helping you, although she does have limits

>Trixie
>[**---] - 0 (Reluctant Acquaintance)
>Trixie sees you as a means to resolving her issues with Valencia. She is willing to speak with you, but not much else.


You’ve also got some bonus stats. They help you do more ‘stuff’ and will be updated and added to when relevant.

>Confidence
>[-----] - 1 (Tag-Along)
>You have developed a backbone! Large groups aren’t quite your thing, but you feel a little bolder and ready to take some bigger risks.

>Skill (Mixing)
>[-----] - 1 (Proficient)
>You feel confident in your ability to put tracks together, but there’s still room for improvement!

>Bimbo Knowledge
>[****-] - 0 (Clueless)
>Something strange is going on in Canterlot City. At least, that’s how you feel. Is it real, or paranoia?

When these numbers get high enough, you’ll gain a point. The more points you have in a stat, the more options utilizing it are open to you. Mixing and matching skills can create new opportunities, so feel free to try it out!




>/Begin1/

Canterlot City is an interesting place. Nestled in the middle of a valley, the city is lush with greenery, streams and rivers both within and without. Coupled with the mountains and hils around it, this lends a quiet, almost sleepy atmosphere to the city when viewed from above. But, as of late, the situation on the ground is much different.

"Do you see her?" you hear a young man whisper to his friend. "She's practically spilling out of her clothes!"

"Hey, I'm not complaining," the second answers, "just enjoy it, yeah?"

Curiosity gets the better of you for a moment. You cast your eyes around the mall and quickly find the subject of their conversation, in part because all you need to do is follow the gaze of everyone else around.

She's tall, rivaling most of the men around her in terms of sheer length, with long legs, broad hips, slim waist, and a ridiculous bust. Seriously, when each one is three-quarters the size of your head, that's too much! But she saunters around without a care in the world, giggling into her phone while her boobs threaten to spill out of the tops and sides, and below her spaghetti top. She babbles into her phone for a moment longer, and then turns and looks directly at you.

Oh dear. Who are you?

>A. Rarity - a young woman skilled with needle and thread and a business-oriented mind. Known for her somewhat haughty but generous attitude
>B. Sunset Shimmer - a young woman from another world. Good with her hands and an excellent sense of magic, although it's uses are somewhat limited
>C. Rainbow Dash - star athlete of Canterlot High School. Excels at most high intensity activities and is a pillar of support to her friends
>>>D. Vinyl Scratch - a young woman with eclectic tastes. With an ear for new sounds, she is very perceptive. Has some odd interests
>E. A Newcomer (male)/(female) to the city! Could this encounter be the start of a strange adventure?
>F. Write-In



Right, you're Vinyl Scratch, an aspiring DJ but rather reserved around other people. Which is exactly why you avert your eyes from the woman. Not that it matters, as the woman smiles and steps towards you.

"Shit," you whisper. The two boys in the store don't notice your curse as they are too distracted by the approaching titty monster. The more confident of the pair even seems a little uncomfortable as she steps through the open door, and is quickly pulled away by his friend. Which leaves you alone, with the slut.

The two of you stand in awkward silence for a few heartbeats. While you remain focused on the trash-level 'zine in front of you, it's hard not to sneak a peek at the woman out of the corner of your eye. She's just standing there wearing a dopey, vapid smile, but there's something about her bright blue eyes that's a little unnerving. Under the weight of her scrutiny, you break.

"Welcome to Jukebox, what do you want?" The greeting is a little cold, and your uncle would kill you if he heard you talking to a customer like that, but her stare is just that uncomfortable. It's to the point where you don't even bother looking up from your magazine, hoping she'll just wander off.

She doesn't.

"Hi~" the woman chirps, wiggling her fingers at you. "I'm Valencia, but you can call me Val."

Great. You look up at last. "Vinyl. Can I help you, Valencia?"

Calling her by her name sets the girl back on her heels a little. You feel your lip curling ever so slightly and struggle to keep a straight face as Valencia's pumped up lips form into a pouty 'O'. But it doesn't last as she quickly smiles again.

"I sure hope so! I was hoping you could help me with selling," Valencia holds the syllable for an extended moment as she rummages around in her purse, before pulling out a CD-sized jewel case, "this!"

You glance over the case for an instant, noting the clearly amateur cover. It's really just a slip of paper with a name across the front. Utterly forgettable.


Snorting, you roll your eyes and look back up at her. "Valencia, right? In case you didn't notice this is a record store?" The pink-haired girl glances around the store, as though noting for the first time that everything in here is either vinyl or memorabilia. When she looks back at you, you decide to go in for the kill. "We cater to a niche audience, and disks don't sell here."

"But they're really good!" Valencia insists, placing her hands on the counter and leaning towards you. Out of instinct, you pull back and hide your surprise behind your sunglasses. Casting your eyes down, you get an eyeful of breastmeat, bulging in your direction from where they are caught in between Valencia's arms. "You have to listen to this, it's the best!"

"Fine, whatever, just give me their LoudCloud address or something," you snap, backing up against the wall. "Disks playback just sounds so, gross."

"No! It has to be on a disk!" Valencia insists, now practically crawling onto the counter. "It's not the same over the net! I already tried that! Just listen, and you'll see too!"

"Hey!" a voice cuts in, this one from the back. "Off the counter, now!"

You heave a sigh of relief as your uncle storms out from behind a curtain. Long Play might not cut much of an intimidating figure as far as size, but he does own the store. Plus he's got this old-school punk vibe to him, with wild red hair and sleeve tattoos. Valencia takes a look at him and tries to plead her case.

Uncle Play's not having any of that though. "Out! Get out of here!" Grabbing her by the waist, not caring a bit that Valencia’s half-naked under his arm, he tosses her out of the store and back out into the mall. "Get lost, gutter slut!"

She shouts something back and you finally start to relax. Only to see that she left her jewel case on the counter. What was that band name again?

>A. The Thrash Cans - sounds a bit like something Uncle Play would like
>B. Candy Dreamin’ - is that heart over the ‘i’? Yuck, bubblegum pop!
>>>C. Acid Lush - Sounds almost like a dance club
>D. Who cares? That Valencia woman's a weirdo. Trash it!
>E. Write-In.





Acid Lush? Turning the case over in your hands, you can see that while it is rather plain, the name seems to have a slight dripping effect. It also sounds like something you would hear about from one of the ‘zines you always seem to find. You can't say anything about Valencia's taste, but it is unusual for a local band to escape your notice. Maybe they're from Cloudsdale or somewhere a little further out? A peek couldn’t hurt, ri-

"Hey, you okay, Vee?"

Your head shoots up as you quickly slide the case into your bag. You flash a smile at your uncle as he limps back into the store with a scowl. "Yeah, everything's fine Uncle Play. She just threw me off a little bit. What about you?"

The redheaded man leans back against the counter with a weary sigh. "Don't you worry too much about me, kid. I've been knocked around in more mosh pits than I can remember. I can handle a little tweak of the back."

"I'm sure your masseuse would love to hear how you're not taking her advice seriously," you offer with a sly smile. Long Play laughs, reaching out and ruffling your short-cut blue hair.

"Well then maybe I ought to leave the next one to you? That way both of us can go in for a visit with Roxie!"

The two of you laugh together and eventually get back to work. During times when customers aren’t coming in, you get a head start on your homework. Uncle Play continues limping throughout the day, but seems to have shaken most of the stiffness off by the time you close down the store and the two of you go your separate ways.

After dinner you retreat to your room and finish up your assignments. Once finished, you collapse onto your bed and let loose a relieved sigh.

"Glad that's out of the way," you mumble into your pillow. You remain stretched out, your short, slender body having no hope of reaching the foot of your bed, even with your toes fully extended. The fullness of the mattress threatens to envelop your tired body, even as you feel a small tug, like there’s something you need to be doing right now.

>A. Ah, the CD! You want to hear what Valencia was freaking out about.
>B. Put in some time on a personal track you've been working on
>C. Phone a friend (who?)
>D. You know what, forget that! Turn in early. It's been a day!
>E. Write-In




Rolling to the edge of your bed, you lean down and rummage through your bag. Not for a book or paper, but the small square object you dropped earlier. It only takes a few quick gropes before you find the case and finally get around to opening it.

The CD doesn’t look like much, ACID written across the top of the disk, and LUSH likewise across the bottom, both with the same dripping effect as the cover. With the case open, you can see that there actually is some flare to the design. Behind the cover, three corners are covered with lipstick marks.

Laughing you shake your head and take out the CD before closing the case again. The things some bands will do to add a bit of personality. As you sit up and look around your room, your heart drops with a sudden realization

“I have nothing to play this on.”

True enough! Although you have a record player, there’s no CD player to be found. And your laptop doesn’t have a disc drive either. Why would you need one when everyone’s moving to digital downloads!? Ugh, the things you do to sate your curiosity!

You boot up your computer and type in ‘Acid Lush’ to your search bar. No results. You get the same answer when going to LoudCloud and other music sites. It’s like nobody has even heard of this group. With another small curse, you set the disk aside and begin rooting through your closet for some abandoned piece of technology.

Five minutes into the expedition through the mess of your closet floor, your phone rings. Because you are not entirely obsessed with finding out what was wrong with that weirdo Valencia, you manage to take a break long enough to grab the phone and answer it. “Yeah, what’s up?”

“Vinyl? You sound a little winded,” a lightly accented voice replies from the other end. “Is everything alright?”

“Octavia,” you laugh, sitting back on your butt for a moment and staring hatefully into the closet. “Great timing, I’m about to tear out my hair. Convince me not to.”


Your classmate responds with a giggle. “You seem almost surprised. Would you expect a call from anyone else?”

“Not really.” True enough, your anxiety gets the better of you most of the time and so your circle of friends is relatively small. In fact, Octy is probably one of the few people who actually has your number, much less is willing to call and chat. “So, something going on?”

“Not especially, but I was curious if you would meet with me before school? Just to look over the homework.”

“Yeah, sure,” you grunt, placing the phone on speaker as you rock forward and begin digging again. “When and where?”

“Around eight and at Sugar Cube Corner?”

“Peachy. Anything else?”

The line is silent for a moment, then Octavia asks, “Vinyl, what exactly are you up to? It sounds as though you are tearing your room apart!”

“Not room, just the closet!” Leaning back again to catch your breath, you wipe an arm over your forehead. “I had a weird run-in today at the mall. There was this half-dressed woman going around and she came into the ‘Box. She tried pushing this weird CD off on me and got in my face when I said we don’t sell them.”

“Oh goodness, are you alright?”

You reach into the darkness behind your jackets, fingers probing for some hint of wiring among the many odds and ends stored along the back shelf. “Yeah, Uncle Play threw her out on her ass; it was hilarious! But she left the disk behind.”

“Well, I am glad to hear you are doing well.” Another pause, and then, “Vinyl, what on earth does this woman have to do with your closet?”

“I’m pretty sure I have a CD player buried in here somewhere.” Cocking your hands on your hips, you look up to the higher shelves and grin at the sight of a power cord. As you stretch your body, you can hear Octavia yelling.

“I simply cannot believe you! Taking things from strangers, do you even know where that disk has been? Do you even know what her name was?”



“Valencia but does, it, matter?” With a final huff, you give a small hop and grab a pill-shaped CD player that is as nearly as wide as your shoulders. From the dust on top, it looks like it hasn’t been used in years. Putting the CD player down, you pick the phone back up and take your friend off speaker. “Anyway, I found it.”

“You are impossible,” Octavia punctuates, to which you giggle in response. “Honestly, your pursuit of music is admirable. If bizarre.”

“Aw, you’re so sweet!” Despite having your friend on the phone, you are now far more interested in the old machine. It takes a little doing, but you do manage to get it to power on after a few failed attempts. “Anyway, I’m about to try playing this thing. Want to give a listen?”

“You are quite impolite,” your friend teases, “but I suppose I am a little curious as well. Play on, Vinyl!”

With a few quick movements the disk is in and spinning up. After a momentary sputter, a deep, thrumming bassline stretches out from the speakers. Each note causes the floor to tremble and even tickles the bottom of your feet. A smile spreads across your lips as you note the rough, amateurish edge that comes through. It’s not your usual sound, but you can hear influences of different, more familiar styles.

There’s a nice amount of sound effect sampling too. Short little bursts of iconic sounds from a forgotten time mixed in with minor tweaks and effects from a synthesizer. It kind of has a unique ‘splat’ sound too it as well that keeps you smiling and, to be honest, wanting to dance a little. Hey, why not?

“That is a rather unique sound,” Octavia says over the phone, although she has a disinterested note in her voice. Whatever. You put your free hand over your head and start rocking your hips from side to side as you dance in a circle. “Now about tomorrow-”

“Ohh!”

You freeze. Octavia falls silent. And then it happens again, this time coming out of the speaker.

“Oooh! Ah!”



Color rushes to your cheeks as feminine moans join into the dance track. And not just sighs of boredom, this is outright pornographic!

“Mmm, more!”

“I-I’ll see you then, Vinyl!” Octavia sputters before the line falls dead. Leaving you alone with the sex music CD. Great.

Sitting down on the bed, you glare at the CD player and turn down the volume knob with your toe. “It would be something like this. I should have known better than to trust Valencia.”

Still, you allow the music to continue playing through a mix of embarrassment, curiosity, and outright stubbornness. It’s not as though the music is actually bad. In fact, whoever put it together has a pretty good ear. While the specifics are a little out of your range, with enough time and effort you could probably replicate or even improve on it.

…Not that you would. Seriously, who puts moans into a song? You listen to the whole CD once and then settle in for the night.

Your sleep is restless, filled with bits and pieces of the day. Most notably, when Valencia more or less shoved her cleavage into your face. You spend a lot of time thinking about that, how her oversized chest had curved out and down in an almost perfect teardrop shape. How she was so unashamed and insistent that you listen to the music. And it was music that fit the way she made you feel in the Jukebox. It was all uncomfortably sexual. But perhaps not unwelcome.



At seven, your phone buzzes to life. You push yourself out of bed and stumble across the clothes-strewn floor to the closet. As you touch the door, you stop cold and squint at the mirror in front of you.

Even with the t-shirt on, you can tell your chest is different. The faded band name is pulled tight where it would normally hang loose. You reach up to check and squeak as your fingers curl into a small handful of boob! Squeezing quickly you confirm that it’s not much, but it is boob!

Eyes now wide open, you look up at your stunned reflection and whisper, “I’m not flat.”

>>>A. Get excited!
>B. PANIC!
>>>C. Calm down, this is weird, right?!
>>D. Explore your body, gotta be sure!
>E. Write-In

Additionally:
>1. Call Octavia and let her know you might be running late
>2. Don’t call



“Oh. My. GOD!” you squeak, slapping your hands over your mouth. At least, that’s what you intended, but you just end up groping your chest again. And once more for good measure as a big grin spreads across your face. You whip off your shirt to get a better look at yourself.

Your excitement doesn’t fade in the least as you see the small, just there mounds that constitute your chest. Twisting your body from side to side, you watch as they jiggle and quiver in response to your motions. Unable to stop yourself, you bounce on the balls of your feet and giggle in delight as the perky paps follow on a delayed track. You push your arms together, trying desperately to form a line of cleavage, but you aren’t quite able to pull it off.

Oh well, whatever. You have BOOBS!

>Confidence
>[*----]

“Ah, wait,” you frown, looking down at your chest. “I have boobs, but I didn’t last night.”

Logically, that just doesn’t make sense. Granted you’re still growing, at least according to your physician at your last yearly checkup, but growing overnight isn’t something that just happens, right? Maybe it’s swelling?

No, you’ve still got a couple weeks before you have to worry about that again. Besides, you think as you give your breasts a firm squeeze and shudder, they aren’t tender so much as pleasant. Nice enough that you could easily get lost in touching yourself. What’s another twenty minutes?

Still massaging your chest, you glance over at your phone and see a second alarm chiming, the time clearly displayed: 7:18 a.m. At once you remember your meet up with Octavia.

You bite your lip, considering letting her know that you will be a little bit late. Your left hand moves to massage your right breast while your right hand strays down towards your navel. A breath hitches in your throat and your fingers flinch back. No, you said you would be there for Octavia. She’s counting on you. Besides, you still have to get cleaned up and figure out what to wear.

The thought of you actually being somewhat excited to try on clothes earns a small, awkward giggle.



Ultimately you decided not to mess with your usual look too much, keeping your white jacket but keeping the zipper a little lower than usual. Underneath you put on a high-necked black band shirt that still fits rather loosely around your body. Your leggings feel a little tight as well, a prospect that you are eager to explore next time you have a mirror, and some privacy. But that doesn’t stop you from chancing glances in shop fronts to see if you can catch sight of your reflection.

You make it to Sugar Cube Corner just in time. Slipping in through the doors, you spot Octavia at one of the high tops. The dark haired girl glances up at you as get closer and flashes a small smile.

“Good morning, Vinyl. I trust you weren’t up too late last night?”

“You’re right, I should have known better,” you laugh a little, averting your eyes and pulling yourself into the seat across from her. The foreign student chuckles a little as she watches you squirm before tilting a cup in your direction.

“Well, as long as you realize your mistake. It was a rather odd situation. Coffee?”

“Please, I need it!”

“Then, we can trade. I am utterly lost on some of these maths equations. Do you mind if I check my answers against yours?”

You quickly agree and Octavia giggles again and hands the drink off to you while you hand her your own work. With the hot brew, your thoughts begin to clear a little and you consider what happened this morning once more. But you keep coming back around to how impossible the situation is. Something doesn’t add up, and you aren’t making any headway right now, so you decide to focus your attention on something else.

>A. Talk to Octavia about what happened this morning
>>>B.  Don’t talk to Octavia, and instead try to show her
>C. You’re feeling bold! Maybe try to attract some attention from somewhere else?
>>>D. Look, growing up overnight takes a toll on a girl. Get some breakfast.
>E. Write-In



You really want to talk about what happened this morning. For a variety of reasons. Of course it’s weird, but also it’s super exciting. It’s like, BOOM, BOOBS, right? But after the whole porn-music fiasco, it might be a little awkward just to walk up to her and say ‘Hey Octy, guess who the boob fairy visited last night!’

It wouldn’t do to weird out one of the few people who you can stand being around for extended periods. No, no you need to be smart about this. Clever. Hmm, well, talking about it directly is out, but if she asks about it, maybe? But how are you going to get her to notice your new additions?

You chance a glance over at Octavia and see that she is still engrossed in looking between the two assignments. Ah, she’s too tied up right now anyway, best to take some time to formulate a plan. Slipping away from the high top, you move over to the counter holding back a small laugh as your hip swings unexpectedly. Seems your balance is a little off.

Arriving at the counter without incident, you look over the baked goods and decide what might be best. And you aren’t alone for long, as Mrs. Cake comes up on the other side. “Good morning, dear!” she says with a cheerful smile. “Can I get you anything in particular? A scone or doughnut, maybe? Oh, or what about an éclair?”

“Coffee cake,” you reply, swallowing the slight feeling of discomfort as the eager saleswoman brings up a memory of a much more desperate Valencia. “That’s all, thanks.”

The proprietress doesn’t seem to be the least bit disturbed as she serves up a large slice of cake for you, along with a plate and fork to accompany it. After running your card, you go back to the high top and sit down. To your disappointment, Octavia is still focused on her studies.

Not that it really matters, you still have no idea how to create a situation where she asks why you look bustier, or even why you changed your look. An irritable hum quivers against the back of your throat as you stab at the coffee cake and shove a piece in your mouth.


At that moment, your life changes forever. Your pupils dilate as the pastry hits your tongue and your body shudders. Your eyelids flutter as the flakey crust melts in your mouth, and you have to swallow before you start drooling. If there is a supreme good in the universe, you have found it in this sweet bread.

You can feel the sunlight, the warm breezes against your bare body. The world itself is inviting you home. It’s enough to make your nipples harden and cause your thighs to rub together.

“Vinyl, you okay there?” Octavia asks, snapping her fingers by your ear. In an instant, you are back in Sugar Cube Corner. As you settle back into reality, the haze of pleasure drops, although the delightful feelings linger even after it is gone.

>Arousal
>[**---]

“Sorry,” you laugh, pointing at the sweet bread with your fork. “I got taken off guard. This is really good.” Octavia gives a small, if uncertain nod and turns back to her work. At once you realize that you have the perfect icebreaker!

“Hey, hang on!” you smile, earning a somewhat strained smile from your friend. “Why don’t you try some too? I mean, it’s still early and we have a whole day in front of us, right?”

The dark-haired girl frowns, eying your offering. “I did eat already, but it does look good. Do you mind?”

“Help yourself.”

Octavia nods, then reaches out and takes a small pinch of your coffee cake between her fingers. The morsel is quick to find its way to her lips and she smacks them with a thoughtful, distant look. Finally, she turns back to you and nods. “It is rather good, although I don’t think it warrants the glazed expression you were sporting.”

“You’re kidding right? This is delicious!” As if to prove your point, you stab the cake again and take another bite. Octavia is kind enough to pull you back to reality once more, wearing an amuse smile.

“Alright, I get the point, you’re a fan. Just, please, try to control yourself?”



Obviously you have two very different senses of taste. Although, come to think of it, even your coffee has a sharper taste today. Could that be related to the changes to your body as well? What exactly is going on? And what else could have changed?

“Ah, you dropped a bit,” Octavia says, drawing you out of your reverie. She points out a small, iced smudge on your chest, and then frowns. Sensing an opportunity, you purposefully work around the icing, but miss it.

“Did I get it?”

“No, just, hold still for a moment,” the dark haired girl grumbles, wetting her napkin and leaning over. She pats the icing away, but continues staring at the spot for a few seconds more. Finally, she looks up at you. “Is that padding? Who are you trying to impress?”

At last. Flashing your friend a cheeky grin, you reply, “It’s not padding, but I do have a story for you.”

>Octavia Relationship
>[*****] – 1>2 (Acquaintance > Friend)



>/Break1/



>/Begin2/

A few minutes later you finish your story and set your eyes on Octavia, waiting. You’re practically bursting at the seams with excitement, but try not to let it show on your face. The dark-haired girl glares down at her coffee for a few moments, and you feel your excitement eroding away to a kernel of concern. Your heart begins pumping harder as you wait for some kind of sign from your friend. When she finally does look up, her eyes are sharp and even a little severe.

“Vinyl, I have to say that this is a lot to take in at once. And more than a little unbelievable.” As you open your mouth to protest, Octavia silences you with a look and then sighs. “However, you seem to believe it. And I am inclined to do so as well, provided that you can prove that this is not a fabrication.”

The thudding in your heart grows harder as you struggle to come up with a way to prove yourself. Brain whirring, you glance around Sugar Cube Corner and sputter, “What, like, show you? Here? Now? Just flash everyone?”

Even the thought of baring any unnecessary slip of skin to the store makes your face go hot. Your breath comes in short, rapid gasps as you try to process what it might look like to even show off your midriff. It’s Octavia’s steady voice that brings you back down to a more reasonable level.

“Hey, listen, Vinyl, calm down!” As those purple eyes meet your own again, she gives a small, teasing smile and shakes her head. “Relax. We just need a chance to meet up somewhere after school so I can confirm it for myself.”

Oh, yeah. That makes sense. With a long sigh, you smile and bob your head. “Sure, I think we can manage that.”

“Good.” Octavia leans back in her chair and frowns as she taps on the high-top. “I understand that you are excited about this, but it is peculiar.”

“Yeah. It just came on so quickly. Maybe it was happening all along and I just now noticed?”

“Is that what you think happened?”



You consider Octavia’s words for a moment and then shake your head. “I think I know my body pretty well.”

“In that case we should consider the possibility that you did grow overnight. What could have caused it?” While you consider that question, Octavia offers an answer of her own. “I believe it has something to do with that Valencia woman.”

You nod in agreement. “Yeah, she was the most bizarre thing that happened to me yesterday.”

“Then investigating Valencia would be a good place to start. Are you free to join me in a search of the mall this afternoon?”

“I actually have a shift at the Jukebox today.”

Octavia gives a small sigh, but nods. “Very well. In that case I will ask around myself. Text me your address, we can meet up after you finish work and go over what I found out.”

You nod again and Octavia hands your homework back before heading off to school. As you walk beside her, you begin to think that Valencia alone won’t be enough to understand the how or why.

>Bimbo Knowledge
>[*----] - 0 (Clueless)
>Something strange is going on in Canterlot City. At least, that’s how you feel. Is it real, or paranoia?

Your day at school is relatively uneventful, but after your conversation with Octavia you do feel a bit more on edge. As a result, you are very aware of what is going on around you. By the time you arrive at the Jukebox, you have determined:

[Pick only one from each]
>A. No one else seems to be experiencing anything unusual.
>B. Another student in one of your classes seems to be on edge (who?)
>C. An entire group of students seems a little off (which clique?)
>D. It’s not a student that caught your attention, but a teacher! (who?)

And also, while working today, you decide spend your downtime by:
>1. Getting a head start on your homework
>2. Talking with Uncle Play
>3. Helping Octavia’s investigation by talking with customers about Valencia
>4. Write-In



Once you arrive at the Jukebox, Uncle Play moves to the back of the store to do more cataloguing or, whatever he does back there. You take up your position behind the counter and begin the long wait until closing time.

Not to be rude to your Uncle, but you sometimes wonder how this store can stay in business. Most of the people who come in during your shift are just looking, and even those are few and far between. Although you do have some window-shopping regulars, three underclassmen girls who are really big into a band from CHS ‘The Rainbooms’.  They’re alright, but you haven’t seen too much impressive from them on a musical front. They can throw a neat light show though.

The trio usually comes in the look at some of the old photos from decades ago. They happen to stop by today, although one of them, the smaller girl with two-tone purple and pink hair, seems less invested than her friends. She continues scratching at her upper back, squirming even when standing still while the other two gush over the cool, and absurd, performance atmosphere in the photos and flyers.

You recognize the motion, as you had seen it a couple of times at school today. Particularly from one girl, that boastful wannabe magician, Trixie. She had taken it a step further, going so far as to practically shove her chest in the face of another girl, Sunset Shimmer. The two had been going at it, arguing back and forth about something.

It might be worth bringing the incident up with Octavia later. But, for the time being, you decide it might be good to help out her investigation where you can. And what better place to start than with some underclassmen; it should be easier, right?

“Hey, you three.” The girls tense up almost immediately, but relax when you smile and motion them over. “I’ve got a question for you, think you can help?”

The redhead raises an eyebrow, but smiles and drawls out, “Maybe we can. What’s the question?”



“Yesterday, there was this weird woman named Valencia in the mall. She was dressed in really skimpy clothes.” You swallow, trying to from a question, but you are cut off by the taller girl with purple hair speaking up.

“Oh yeah! We saw her stumbling around the food court, she’s really hard to miss. I think she was over at the sushi restaurant? But Sunset Shimmer chased her off.”

Well, that’s something at least. The girls don’t have much more to offer than that, and so you let them go about their day. You talk to a few more customers but don’t get many more details other than they saw Valencia teetering through the mall. Apparently people don’t want to give underdressed women too much attention in Canterlot City. Overall, it’s a good experience, if tiring.

>Confidence
>[**---]

By the end of your shift, you’re mentally exhausted. You help Uncle Play close down the store and go home. Octavia shows up after dinner and the two of you go upstairs. Se closes the door behind you and stares. “Alright, now that we’re alone, show me.”

“Wh-” you start before Octavia points to the hem of her shirt and flips it up a little.

“Prove to me you aren’t just stuffing your bra.”

“Are we really going to do this now?”

“This is important,” Octavia insists. “Just show me.”

Fine, whatever. “You just need me to prove it, right?” Your friend nods and you consider your options.

>A. Just flash her quickly and get it over with
>B. If she wants a look, then give her one!
>C. Try pulling your shirt tight to let her see without stripping
>D. Ask if she wants to check with her hands to be sure instead
>E. Write-In



Having resolved yourself, you slide off your jacket and grab the bottom of your shirt. You start to pull it up, only to stop when it reaches your waist. This feels so weird! Shooting Octavia a plaintive look, you ask, "Do I really have to? Can’t you just tell by looking?"

With a small sigh, Octavia shakes her head. "Please stop stalling and pretending you haven’t done this before. This is no different than when we change for gym class."

"You were looking!?"

Now it’s her turn to blush. Octavia clears her throat and scowls. "It-it’s just something that happens, and everyone does it. Now, lift or I will do it for you!"

The soft hairs on the back of your neck stand on end at the thought of being checked out by every other girl in class for your previous flat state. A strange mix of anger and excitement swells in your chest as you lift your shirt up to your shoulders.

"Well, then take a good look, Octy!" you declare, fixing her with a fierce smile. "I’m not the flattest girl in school any more!"

You aren’t quite sure if that’s true or not, but it does have the desired effect. Octavia stares at your small mounds with a curious expression, her head bobbing in approval. "Hm, they certainly seem real enough."

The heat is getting to you as you continue to smile. "You don’t seem convinced. Maybe you should grab a handful to make sure?"

That seems to bring Octavia back to reality. She seems to consider your offer for a moment, before she averts her eyes. "That should be enough, Vinyl. Y-You’ve made your point."

Oh no, you’re not letting her off that easy. Despite the increasingly awkward feeling between your thighs, you stand with your chest exposed to the cool air of your bedroom for a little while longer. It isn’t until Octavia finally snaps, "Vinyl, please!" that you finally laugh and pull your shirt back down. It was quite a rush!

>Arousal
>[***--] - 0
>You are feeling a little wound up

>Confidence
>[***--] - 0


Once you have your shirt back on, Octavia tells you what she learned during her investigation.

“I was curious about this Valencia woman because I thought her name sounded familiar. As it turns out, there is a young woman who is a social media marketing genius and has a similar name. One of the women I spoke to today suggested I check her out.” Octavia pulls out her phone and rolls through it before handing it over to you. “Take a look and tell me what you think.”

You stare at the video clip of the blue-eyed woman on the screen. She has a cheerful, if reserved smile, and continues to repeat the same line over and over, “That’s all for today. If you’re ever in doubt, just remember: B.Y.B.B. Be yourself, but better.”

Watching the clip a few times, you shake your head and hand the phone back to Octavia. “It sort of looks like her, in the hair if was shorter and maybe the eyes, but this Valencia is really lacking upstairs. She’s wearing more too, so maybe who I saw was her older sister?”

“That might be a possibility. I only bring mention her because Valencia stopped posting about two weeks ago after saying she was looking to expand her clientele to include musical performers as well.” Octavia stares at the CD player on the floor and adds, “I think it would be best if you avoided touching that disk any further, Vinyl. Who knows what that woman did to the surface.”

“Yeah, you might be right,” you affirm, turning your attention from the machine back to your friend. “Anyway, I found out a few interesting things as well.”

You explain to Octavia what you noticed today, specifically about Valencia being spotted in the food court, and the rather awkward looking argument that was taking place between Trixie Lulumoon and Sunset Shimmer. The dark-haired girl nods along, flashing you a small smile.


“I did know that Valencia had been in the food court, but the details about our classmates escaped my notice. They may have some additional details. I appreciate the assistance, Vinyl.”

Puffing yourself up, you let loose a small chuckle. Between your attentiveness and investigation, you’ve managed to find a few leads to follow, even if the specifics of the situation still elude you.

>Bimbo Knowledge
>[***--] - 0

“If you spent the afternoon asking questions about Valencia, I imagine you are behind on your assignments.”

Octavia manages to deflate your ego in a second. You offer a sheepish laugh and shrug. “I honestly haven’t had a lot of time to think about that yet.”

“Well, that makes two of us,” she replies with a wry smile. “I admit I put off my own work to investigate. Should we help each other out?”

Not about to turn down this stroke of good luck, you spend some time doing your homework together with Octavia. Between the two of you, you are able to knock out the assignments quickly, and you get to learn a little bit more about her behaviors. Like how she rubs the back of her pen against her lips when she’s working a particularly hard problem. She’s super focused at times, but appreciates when you are able to help answer a question she’s uncertain about.

>Octavia Relationship
>[*----] - 2

She leaves around 10, which means you still have some time to yourself. What would you like to do?

>A. Just go to bed. It’s been another long day.
>B. Finally check yourself out!
>C. Spend some time working on your music track
>D. You’re on the edge. Relieve some excess stress.
>E. Write In

Additionally, you still have the CD player out, and technically if you press play, you aren’t touching the disk. Do you want to give Acid Lush a second listen?
>1. Yes
>2. No




After seeing Octavia out, you retreat back to your room. Despite the tired feeling in your body, there’s also an eager energy that you just can’t deny. “Now that that’s done,” you grin, booting up your computer and opening your mixing software, “time to do a little something for myself.”

You spend the next hour piecing together a song. It isn’t much, just two minutes long and lacking much in the way of excitement, but it has a nice sound. A little like the Acid Lush CD, without the moans or the more defining characteristic sound effects. For reference you queue up the first track and listen to it alongside your own offering.

Your track has a cleaner sound to it and still manages to convey some of the same feelings of wanting to get up and dance. But it falls short in regards to maintaining that feeling, even though you wouldn’t be ashamed to listen to it out in public. With a few tweaks, you might be able to better capture the essence of the music itself.

That’s not a bad idea! Moving the CD player closer, you put a song on loop and begin fleshing out the track you’ve created. It would be easier if you could play them side-by-side on your computer, but without a drive to play it, that’s impossible right now.

As a result, there’s a lot of jumping back and forth, pausing the music so that you can build something similar, rewinding, playing both back at the same time to find that perfect harmony. But it’s a lot of fun too, and you begin to appreciate the work that Acid Lush put in to their sound.

When you look up again, it’s nearly one in the morning. Oops. You do feel much more confident in your ability to capture that dancing feeling.

>Skill (Mixing)
>[*****] - 0 > 1 (Amateur > Proficient)
>You feel confident in your ability to put tracks together, but there’s still room for improvement!

You take the CD player off loop and let the music play as you get ready for bed. You drift off almost as soon as you hit the mattress, while the quiet feminine moans and gasps continue to linger in your ears.



Overnight you have an unusual dream. Visions of yourself standing up on small stage in a midriff-baring spaghetti strap top and short-shorts, an ensemble even more daring than Valencia herself put together. Your hands are in the air and a crowd roars as you move in time with a distant song. It’s not quite like the Acid Lush CD, but it’s still familiar. Sometimes you stand behind a high-end setup, and other times you’re out in the middle of the stage, dancing your heart out. You can feel the heat of a thousand-plus eyes staring straight at you. And it makes you wet.

>Arousal
>[****-] - 0
>You can feel a steady, persistent ache from between your legs

The steady drone of your phone’s alarm wakes you up. Groggily you check the time. 8:00 already. The events of the past two days must be catching up with you. Well, at least you don’t have to worry about meeting Octavia today. Rolling over onto your side, you are struck by a strange feeling of pressure against your chest. You rub the sleep from your eyes and look down to see what’s blocking you from your intended path.

Boob.

Your sleepy eyes widen as you realize that you have again been visited by the funbag fairy. Rocketing up into a sitting position, you grab at your chest and gawk at the overnight sensations you’re now sporting.

“No way,” you giggle, juggling your boobs in either hand, marveling at the fact that they now are now large enough to begin to press into your palms. Far from impressive, but amazing when considering how flat you had been just 48 hours ago.

For a few minutes more, you continue to play with yourself before bounding out of bed. You shed your shirt and stand in front of your mirror, naked save for a pair of powder blue boyshorts. You twist your body from left to right again, finally noting that your backside is beginning to come in as well, though it seems to be more muscular than soft if the firm slap you provided was any indication.



You flex your arms inward and can’t stop yourself from smiling. You see that you now have enough sweater meat to pull off a small line of cleavage! This is great!

>Bimbo Status
>[***--] - 0

But more boob means more problems. Yesterday you were able to get away with a slight change to your usual style, and even Octavia only noticed after some substantial coaxing on your part. Not even your parents or uncle said anything! Now you look like you’ll be smuggling tangerines. It’s exciting, but also a little terrifying. Are you really ready to draw this much attention? Do you have a choice?

As you’re still mulling over what to do for clothes, your phone chirps again. This time with a text message from Octavia.

“Good morning. I want to check in with one of the girls you mentioned yesterday on our break. Which one do you think would be best to ask first?”

Shoot, you’re going to have to explain your new look to Octavia too! There are only so many hours in the day… what are you going to do?

>A. Keep things under wraps. Go with your usual outfits and adjust where necessary
>B. Embrace your new look! People are going to find out at some point
>C. Clothes can wait. Take the tardy and enjoy yourself before school
>D. Write-In

And as for your answer to Octavia:
>1. Trixie Lulumoon
>2. Sunset Shimmer
>3. There was that underclassman girl
>4. Now that you’ve had some time, there was someone else too… (Who?)

[Be advised, you may be able start a relationship with this person. They may be helpful towards your goals, or not. You can have more influence on individuals as the relationship grows.]




Even if your figure is changing, it’s still a bit too soon to show it off. Not to mention that you’re somewhat lacking in regards to a decent bra, so there’s only so much with which you could hope to get away. Grabbing your trusty jacket, you put it on over a silver shirt with a black band logo. The shirt is tight across your chest, but you manage to keep that fact mostly hidden by using the bulk of your jacket unzipped to your navel. Granted, if someone stares at your chest directly, they’ll probably notice something’s off, but if everyone still thinks that you’re flat, why would they do that in the first place?

The leggings prove to be more of a challenge. Not only has your backside managed to pick up some girth, but so have your legs. By the time you pull them up to your thighs, you swear you can hear the tight stitching starting to fray. It takes a few carefully timed hops to get over your butt, and you can swear that the fabric seeming light enough to see through in some places.

But you do get yourself dressed, even if your shirt does pull firmly against your chest, and your leggings against hold themselves tight against your crotch. It’s an interesting first few steps as you become accustomed to the way your recently grown body moves and the little jolts of delight that follow. But you arrive at school with time to spare.

Despite the occasional urge to put your new and improved figure into the public eye, such as by shedding your jacket or purposefully drawing attention to yourself, your history as a loner means that most people don’t give you a second look. Even though you’re not drawing attention to yourself, it does feel like you’re doing something pleasantly naughty, pretending to be someone you aren’t anymore.



You meet up with Octavia during lunch. The first thing she does is size you up, her eyes lingering on your new boobs for a good little while, then she glares at you. With a cheeky grin, you shrug your shoulders and say, “I don’t know, I just woke up this way.”

“I hope you realize, that line will never work again,” your friend says with a venomous bite into her sandwich. She chews for a little while and then motions for you to sit down. “Have you given any thought to what you will do to keep yourself decent if this happens again? Are you even comfortable wearing those clothes?”

“Uh, it’s not unpleasant?” You shrug and dig into your own lunch. “And I haven’t really given my closet much thought. I guess I probably should.”

“I would say so. You need a bra at some point.”

A cheeky grin pulls at the corner of your mouth as you reply, “I would, but these poor girls just keep growing. I think it might be a waste if I buy one today, just to shred it tomorrow.”

The menacing stare that follows quickly causes you to zip your lip. You both eat in silence for a little while longer before Octavia clears her throat. “So, you think it would be best to speak to Trixie?”

“Yeah. I mean, the underclassman is just a hunch, and we know that Sunset had an encounter with Valencia at the food court, but they didn’t say that anything happened afterwards. They both might be a dead end, but Trixie has similarities between both of them. She seems most likely to be involved.”

“Clever deduction, Watson” Octavia smiles. “Finish your lunch and let’s go track her down.”



Your free period is supposed to be a study hall, but it doesn’t take too much convincing to let your teacher release you both to pursue your study time in another location. You stop outside a classroom, and Octavia pulls out her phone. Within three minutes, a blue and white haired girl stomps out of the room and glares at you both.

She’s a fair bit taller than you are, easily able to see over the top of your head. Of course that just means that you are at the perfect level to see her chest. And it’s a pretty impressive one!

She doesn’t look too much larger than yesterday, but when you’re approaching volleyball size, she’s already pretty impressive. They strain against her hoodie and you can even see the outline of her bra.

On top of that, Trixie has a comparably tight figure, with a modest waist and well formed hips. Her butt juts out just a little, though it seems more wobbly than firm. Her legs are a good foundation, but it’s pretty clear her encounter has left her a little on the top heavy side.

Cocking a hand onto her hip, she glares at the two of you. “Snips said that you wish to speak with Trixie?”

Octavia nods and turns her head towards you and Trixie does the same. Apparently you’re supposed to take the lead!

>A. Ask about Valencia directly
>B. Ask about her argument with Sunset
>C. Take off your coat and let your body speak for you
>D. Ask if ‘those’ are real
>E. Write in



Trixie is setting herself up as a pretty tough sell, so it might do well to throw her off a little bit. You smile and ask, as innocently as you can manage, “So, I really gotta know. Are those really real?”

To her credit, Trixie doesn’t miss a beat, quickly firing back, “Are you serious?” She crosses her arms over her chest, or at least as well as she can manage, and frowns. “Do you realize how many times Trixie has been asked that question today alone?”

You earn a steady thump on the back from Octavia, firm enough to send your sunglasses flying forward. As you scramble to catch them before they hit the ground, she apologizes.. “I am sorry. Vinyl has difficulties with meeting new people.”

That seems to brighten the mood a little. The sweater-puppy-smuggler smirks and lets loose a low laugh. “Ah, so that’s how it is. You were blown away by the magnificence of the Great and Powerful Trixie! Such a stumbling is to be expected in that case.”

No sense in turning down an opening. You replace the glasses over your eyes and nod. “You figured me out! Actually, we came because we wanted to know if you could tell us anything about a woman named Valencia.”

“Why would you want to know about her?” Trixie asks, her scowl returning, although it seems more of a general resting bitch face than intentional. “That trampy woman has been causing me no end of grief!”

Ah, so she does know something! It takes a little bit of coaxing, and more than a few ego strokes, but eventually the performer opens up to you and Octavia.

“The Great and Powerful Trixie first ran into Valencia two days ago while she was at the mall. Valencia was talking on the phone and then she just looked at Trixie and took her arm.” Trixie adopts a thoughtful expression as though working hard to remember what followed. “She insisted that Trixie take a bracelet and practically forced it into place. And then she ran off.”



“You didn’t think to take it off?” Octavia asks, earning a scornful look.

“It was nice. Trixie knows quality when she sees it.”

“But you aren’t wearing it now…”

Trixie’s eyebrows furrow as she turns her head away. “That’s because it was cursed, at least according to a friend.” She waves a hand over her body for emphasis. “I woke up yesterday looking like this. And I’ve been trying to find a way to deal with it ever since.”

So, it seems that you really aren’t the only one affected by Valencia’s actions. At the very least there’s Trixie, and possibly others. But why is she handing out this kind of stuff? And where is she getting it from?

 >Bimbo Knowledge
>[****-]

As you consider these questions, you can feel Octavia’s stare boring into the back of your head. She’s already suspicious of your second growth spurt, and Trixie isn’t helping matters with her own explanation. So you let loose a small sigh of relief when Trixie takes command of the conversation.

“Now, if you will indulge Trixie for a moment,” the performer says, turning back to face you, dropping back into the third person as she does. “It took a little while, but Trixie remembers you. She also remembers that you were not quite so proportionate last time she saw you. So, you must be asking about Valencia because you find yourself in a similar situation.”

“Heh, you found me out.”

“Hm.” The girl with blue-white hair looks you up and down again, before offering a small smile. “In that case, there is something Trixie would like to know. What exactly is your goal in asking about Valencia? What do you intend to do with this information?”

>A. You want to stop Valencia
>B. You want to fix what she’s done
>C. You want to understand it better
>D. You want to find a way to control whatever this is
>E. Write-in

Further:
>1. Lie with a smile [pick a second option for how you really feel] (ex. B 1 A would be happy with changes, but not want any more)
>2. Answer honestly



“Wow, uh, that’s a question, huh?” you grumble, crossing your arms and frowning. Once again, you can feel the heated gaze of Octavia on the back of your head, only this time it is joined by Trixie’s stern frown from the front. You need to come up with an answer, quick!

Taking a deep breath, you look up at Trixie. “I have a lot of different feelings about it, but I think the most important thing is for us to understand what it is that Valencia is doing.”

“Understand?” Trixie gives you an incredulous smirk. “What is there to understand? Valencia is going around doing this,” she waves a hand to her body, “to random women and girls!”

You flinch back at her declaration, biting your lip and trying to come up with an appropriate response. Octavia sighs behind you. You aren’t sure if the exasperation is meant towards you or Trixie, but it fills you with an angry embarrassment either way.

Stepping forward, you glare up at the taller girl. “Yeah, actually, there’s a lot to understand! I saw you yelling at Sunset yesterday so this is something that she and her friends can’t just magic away, so we have to figure out what’s going on first! After that we can either stop her or find a way to fix this, or, I don’t know, something!”

Your shoulders heave as you try to control your breathing. Trixie looks down at you with a curious expression, not quite mad, but not kind either. So you go in for one last try.

“Just, once we know what the problem is, maybe we can do something about it. Or the Rainbooms, or-or the police, or…”

The thought of telling the Principals seems a little absurd so you fall silent. You feel like you want to curl up in a corner and die, but at the same time, at least you approached Trixie as honestly as you could.



Your eyes are struggling to continue meeting Trixie’s when she speaks again.

“Trixie does not really agree with your assessment. But she can appreciate your enthusiasm.” Pulling out her phone, she demands, “Tell Trixie your number. You as well.”

Both you and Octavia do as you are told by the busty student. She records your numbers, and you both receive a text message soon after.

“Be grateful,” Trixie says, pocketing the phone. “Trixie has decided to keep you abreast of any details that she may come across. You would do well to let Trixie know the same.”

After that, the three of you exchange goodbyes and Trixie walks back to her classroom. You lean against the wall, trying to fight the awkward churning of your stomach, and the dizziness from the sudden rush of blood and heat to your head. “I can’t believe I actually did that.”

>Confidence
>[*****] - 0 > 1 (Wallflower > Tag-Along)
>You have developed a backbone! Large groups aren’t quite your thing, but you feel a little bolder and ready to take some bigger risks.

Octavia giggles and squeezes your shoulder. “That was impressive, Vinyl. I thought I was going to need to step in.”

“It’s been a long couple of days, and I’ve had to make some pretty big changes, inside and out,” you admit. As you catch your breath, you feel Octavia’s grip tighten.



“Yes, I suppose you have. Maybe you should take some time to tell me exactly happened last night after I left?”

Oh. Oh crap. You try to smile, but it withers under Octavia’s stare. No way out. “Okay, I’ll tell, I promise!”

The hand releases you. “Good. Then meet me at the mall after school. You can tell me all about it while we do some clothes shopping.” She pauses, walking in front of you. “You are free today, right?”

You nod and she smiles. This, might be a good thing?

>[New Relationship Formed]
>Trixie
>[**---] - 0 (Reluctant Acquaintance)
>Trixie sees you as a means to resolving her issues with Valencia. She is willing to speak with you, but not much else.

>Octavia
>[***--] - 2 (Friend)


>/Break2/



>/Begin3/

You are convinced you will become sick of the mall at some point. This is your third day in a row being here, and it’s not even for work this time! Taking into account the poor choice in music and the crowds, the only real saving grace of the mall are the sparks of individuality in some of the local stores.

Felicity’s Whisper is not one of those places. It oozes corporate slime and you can feel your skin prickle even standing outside of it. This is not a place you want to be.

“Do we have to go in?”

“Consider it a punishment for listening to that disk again,” Octavia says with a devious smile. “Besides, we need to have you sized and Felicity’s has a wonderful selection of cute underwear to choose from.”

“But if I grow again, won’t the cute underwear be ruined?”

That sets Octavia back on her heels for a moment. She looks at you out of the corner of her eye and says, quite clearly, “But that won’t happen, because you won’t be listening to that CD again.”

“There’s no proof it’s the CD,” you try to offer, but Octavia shakes her head and pulls you into the store and up to one of the sales clerks.

At your friend’s request, the saleswoman brings you into a secluded place and takes your measurements. It’s a little awkward, being shirtless in front of a stranger, and she’s a little surprised that you aren’t already wearing a bra, but she retains a professional coolness.

Apparently your underbust is like your waist, slim and slender, while your bust falls comfortably into a C-cup range. A full three sizes above and beyond where you could have dreamed of being before! When you report this to Octavia, she grumbles something about the importance of volume over size, but doesn’t carry the conversation any further.

Instead she pushes you into a changing room along with a small assortment of bras and matching panties. “Just try those on and let me know what you think. We should be able to find something that fits your tastes.”


You sigh and take off your shirt again. The first bra is a solid scarlet pushup, very bold and plainly visible through thinner tops. What’s more, it has a pretty unique quality that squeezes your breasts up and together, creating actual factual cleavage! In fact, the bra even goes so far as to make them look a little larger!

The next is a checkered blue and white sports bra. It’s quite comfortable, although it does cover the entirety of your breasts. Still, it does a good job of keeping you in place. No matter how much you hold your hands over your head and bounce and shake, it stays exactly where it should.

Finally, there’s a lacy black plunge bra. It doesn’t provide as much support or make you look much bigger, but it has a more natural look to it. You stare down at the more modest line of cleavage and nod in approval.

Posing in front of the mirror, you flash a cheeky smile. “Vinyl Scratch, you are one smoking chick.”

They’re pretty good choices, so what do you decide to go with?

>A. Red Pushup. Get those boobies!
>B. Blue-White Checkered Flag Sports Bra. Support is most important
>C. Black Plunge. Lace is cute, right?
>D. One of the above, but in a different color



After considering your options, you redress and step out of the changing room. Octavia gives you a stern look as you hand over her choices “Don’t tell me that you’re actually going to keep going braless? Vinyl, you have to take care of your body!”

“I know, I know,” you laugh, waving her off and going back among the stacks. “I just wanted to find something that’s a little more, me, you know?”

Your friend follows behind you, seeming a little irritated until she sees that you’re looking at the pushup bras. A small smile graces her lips. “Don’t you think you draw enough attention to yourself already?”

“As a former chestlet I am totally going to find something to show off my new rack.” Octavia stifles a laugh as you continue to comb through the sizes and colors. You finally settle on a light blue set. It isn’t as loud as the scarlet, but it’s still attention grabbing, and it matches the lighter shades of your hair pretty well. Plus, blue panties are cute.

A black pushup from the same stack catches your eye as well, as does a plunging, white lacy number. Octavia smirks as she sees you walking up to the register with three pairs of underwear. “And to think you were so reluctant to come in here before. I should have known you were excited to try on some clothes.”

“Quiet. I just like local stores more. They’ve got personality.”

You pay for your new additions, and convince the woman who measured you from before to let you wear the blue pair out.

Getting back into your clothes is easier than this morning, if only because they seem to have unwillingly stretched to fit your new size. You might need to do something about that soon. The good news is that you’re in a good place to do it, and a whole afternoon in front of you! What would you like to do?

[You will have four activity slots this afternoon/evening: the mall will close after the second, and you and your friends will go home after the third. Different locations will provide different options]

>A. Homework
>B. Clothes shopping
>C. Visit the Jukebox
>D. Try to get an external disk drive for your computer
>E. Go somewhere else (Where & to do what?)
>F. Write-In

Further, do you want to continue hanging out with Octavia?

>1. Yes
>2. No



Octavia accepts your offering to go clothes shopping with an eager smile. “Thank goodness. I was a little bit worried about what you would wear tomorrow, so I appreciate you letting me come along.”

>Octavia
>[****-] - 2

You end up convincing her to go to a department store this time around. While still corporate, they at least have a wider selection of clothing options available. After a few rounds of trying on tops and skirts, you have estimates for your figure.

With Octavia’s help, you put together several different pieces that fit your new proportions. You initially decide to lean towards things that fit a little looser on your body and your friend doesn’t say anything, at least not until you pick up an oversized pair of leggings.

“Don’t you think those would be a little too loose?” Octavia questions as she rechecks the size. Her eyes bulge and she snatches it away from you. “Vinyl, these would be falling down around your knees! For that matter, you will be absolutely swimming in some of these tops. And this jacket will hang all wrong!”

Clutching the leggings tight in her hand, Octavia gives you a suspicious look. “Why are you going so large with your choices?”

>A. Apologize and find some better fitting clothes
>B. Agree that they are too loose and put together something more daring
>C. Insist that your choices will help hide your body
>D. Admit your choices are made with getting larger in mind
>E. Write-In

[Feel free to add some justifications or style ideas if you like.]



You freeze, looking between the tights and both armfuls of clothes. Sure, you might have been aiming for a couple sizes up, but maybe you did get carried away. An awkward laugh dances past your lips as you quickly put down your clothes. “Yeah, I mean, what was I thinking? I need to look good, right?”

Hurrying to a nearby rack, you fish through the offerings until you find a low cut green blouse designed to show off a lot of cleavage. Holding it to your chest, you continue smiling as raise an eyebrow. “What do you think? A little fun and risqué?”

Octavia crosses her arms and scowls. “No? Yeah, you're right, too much boob. Okay, then what about this?” You hurry around to another rack and pull a sunny yellow crop top out.

You place it against your shoulders “I can show off my other assets too, you know?” The question is punctuated by pushing your arms, and the top, into the air and fumbling your way through an attempt at a belly roll. You look up for approval from your friend.

Octavia's face is slack, her expression caught somewhere between amused, mortified, and that look a gazelle gives a lion before it bolts. Sensing her impending abandonment, you hurry over and grab her hand under the pile off clothes.

“What about a latex suit? My Uncle play knows a guy who-”

“Vinyl, th-that's enough,” Octavia sputters, pulling away and shaking her head. You worry when she places the pile of clothes down, but the feeling fades as a smile pulls at her lips. “You really can be so awkward sometimes.”


As you begin to come down from your freak out, Octavia takes an opportunity to get her giggles out. Afterwards her expression turns firmer, but with a more concerned note than before. “So, what were you really thinking?”

You brush your thumb against your lips as you consider that for a moment. “I don't know, a lot of reasons. Trixie is already way bigger than I am.”

“Trixie also hasn't been playing with the bracelet since she initially used it,” Octavia adds in a gentle but biting response.

“Well yeah, but how do we know if I'm going to stop here? I might end up like Trixie tomorrow, or the day after, or-” You shiver a bit, holding your arms tight around your body. “Don't get me wrong, it feels nice on some level, and maybe I'm a little hopeful that there might be a few more small changes, but I'm concerned about it happening too. I've just got a lot of conflicting thoughts right now and it feels better to play it safe than to wake up tomorrow only to find that I'm busting out of everything I buy today”


After you finish, you notice that Octavia remains silent. She taps her fingers on a display, and then gives a gentle shake of her head. “I guess those are reasonable concerns. But I am still worried about keeping that disk nearby if you feel tempted to use it.”

Her words hang in the air, their intention becoming clearer as Octavia levels you with an expectant stare. She wants the disk. For your part, you offer a smile and begin picking through your pile of clothes. “I'll think about it, Octy. Now help me find a good mix of stuff that fits now, and some extras just in case.”

Ultimately you end up spending a bit more than expected here, but at least you have a selection of outfits for whatever might come your way.

And that crop top too, just in case you feel particularly daring. You've got a few options left before the mall closes. What would you like to do?

>A. Grab a bite to eat in the food court and do your homework
>B. Visit the Jukebox
>C. Check out an electronics store for an external CD-drive
>D. Go home
>E. Write-in

Additionally:
>1. Go it alone
>2. Hang out some more




With your shopping done, you consider saying goodnight to Octavia. After all, you've endured your ‘punishment’, although it was a rather enjoyable excursion. Besides, you can't imagine she would approve of you visiting an electronic store to pick up an external CD-ROM drive after admitting you wild think about giving her the disk.

But there is another unfortunate truth that stops you. You've spent a lot of money on clothes today already. And while you do have a job, it is only part time. A sinking feeling fills you as you consider the reality that you may already be broke. You check your bank account through your phone, and sigh in relief. Not quite empty yet. But close.

Now eager to get away from the mall and all her temptations, you invite Octavia back to your home. She gladly takes you up on the offer.

It's a bit of a challenge to navigate around your curious parents, but they're more interested in Octavia coming over a second time than your physical appearance. The benefits of seeing someone every day is that it can take a while to notice changes. But after collecting some snacks and letting them know you'll be doing some homework together, you and Octavia are alone in your room. Again.

“So, you got the grand tour last time and-” you sigh as Octavia makes a beeline to the CD player on the floor. “You aren't listening, huh?”

“I do believe dealing with this is a more pressing issue.”

Maybe in her mind. You put your purchases off to the side and take a seat on your bed. Octavia still continues to stare down at the machine, in thought. You decide to help her out.


“You push the button on top-”

“I know how to open it!” Octavia snaps, her index finger scratching the air by her thigh. “I just, I was thinking about what you said. For Trixie it was contact-based, so maybe by touching the disk, I would be affected too. So the issue more is removing the disk without touching it.”

“I could get it for-”

“I would rather you not,” comes the curt response. Octavia's eyes move across the room before she catches sight of the CD case on your nightstand.

A catty grin dances across your lips as her eyes light up. “Ah, but what if the case it's actually the vector?” Octavia's hand finches back and she whirls on you.

“Vinyl, this is serious!”

“I know,” you declare, not dropping your smile for a moment. “That's why I wanted to warn you.”

“You are insufferable,” Octavia pouts, setting herself on the floor. You join her soon after and sit in silence for a solid minute. At last your friend looks to you. “But what should we do?”

>A. Take the disk out yourself and give it to her
>B.  Say she can have the disk if she wants to take it
>C. Suggest you keep the disk for now
>D. See if she wants to try listening to Acid Lush herself
>E. Write in

Further, how do you want to spend this time together?
>1. Do your homework
>2. Just hang out
>3. Write in

[No option is impossible, but I'd advise pleading Vinyl's case if you want to pick D.]




“If you want it so badly, you can take it,” you offer, half-teasing but putting on your most honest smile. Octavia looks at the machine again and then sighs.

“Homework first. Maybe I can get an idea on getting out the disk without touching it in the meantime.”

You have a small laugh at her discomfort, but join her as she opens her books. The two hours pass in a flash, and while you struggle a little to stay focused to the end, Octavia is there to keep you on task when you start staring at your new purchases. They're just so distracting, sitting over there, waiting to be worn!

But you persevere. You finish your work and place your head down next to an empty bowl of snacks. “Ugh, my brain is fried. I never want to solve another chemical equation or read another forsooth again. Is there anything else?”

“No, I believe that is everything,” Octavia smiles. “In fact, I believe we are a little ahead.”

“What a relief!”

>Octavia
>[*----] - 2 > 3 (Friend > Buddy)
>In spite of your oddities, Octavia enjoys spending time with you. She values your perspective and enjoys helping you, although she does have limits

You stretch out across the floor and sigh. It's been a busy, but very pleasant day. Octavia laughs a little and says, “You look as though you have the weight of the world on your shoulders.”

“With these girls I kind of feel like it!” You jiggle your breasts with your hands and watch as Octavia rolls her eyes.

“Honestly, can you go at least a little while without groping yourself?”

“I'll get tired of them eventually, I'm sure.”

The look in Octavia's eyes tells you she knows you're lying. You try to give her a stare that says you don't care. You aren't sure if she gets the message, but at least she laughs. And then sighs.

“It is getting late. I should think about going home soon.” Octavia gives a long look at the CD player and frowns. “Vinyl, you mentioned earlier today that you were a little excited about the prospect of changing more. Does that mean you agree with Valencia?”

“No. I mean, I don't think so. There isn't really enough information to know why she's doing it, but after seeing Trixie, I just think that this could have a really negative influence on someone's life.”

Octavia stares at you for a moment longer and then asks, “But what about your life? Up to this point, do you feel like this has been a good thing or a bad thing?”

Oof, what a question. She has been wary around the subject for most of the day. Maybe now you can set the record straight?
>A. You like it
>B. You're unsure
>C. You aren't a fan
>D. Write-in



Well, it’s not like you’re going to get many better opportunities than this. Taking a deep breath, you put on your best smile and level with Octavia.

“Honestly? I like it. In fact I like it a lot.” The dark-haired girl flinches a little, but nods her head. She remains quiet, so you try to put into clearer terms how you feel about this whole ordeal. “Don’t get me wrong, there are parts that are weird and make me a little uncomfortable, and I’m kind of anxious about if this keeps going and never stops. We don’t even know that much about how this works, or what it’s supposed to do, and that’s a little scary too. But overall I’ve enjoyed waking up the past two days and realizing I’ve filled out even more.”

Pushing yourself up off the ground, you shed your coat and hold out your arms. “I mean, look at me Octy! At the beginning of the week, I wasn’t even unremarkable and today I’ve got cleavage and a cute butt too!”

You smack your hip and grin at your friend. Judging from her still downcast eyes, you’re not sure if you took things too far, or if she was already lost in thought. “Vinyl, do you think you might be putting a little too much stock in what other people think of you and the way you look?”

“That’s just it, I haven’t tried to get any attention from anyone. If anything, I’ve been anxious about showing off to other people. Outside of you and Trixie, I’m not sure that anyone else has even noticed. I mean, sometimes it feels exciting and terrifying to think that I might be found out, but that’s still me feeling the way I do about my own body, right?”

Octavia gives a slight nod. “So, when you said that you wanted to find a way to stop Valencia, or fix what she’s done, what you meant was that you are quite happy to remain where you are right now.”



“Um, maybe a little bit more?” you ask, biting the tip of your tongue and giggling. “I feel a little out of balance to be honest. Some extra padding in the back might be nice. But yeah, I feel comfortable in my own skin right now.”

“I understand.” Octavia gives a solemn nod, reaches down and opens the CD player. She walks past you to the Acid Lush case and puts the disk inside, sealing it shut with a pinch of her fingers. “I was right about you being tempted by this music. But, maybe I was treating it a little too seriously. For now I will hold onto this. If you still grow further tomorrow, we will have a few new clues.”

Octavia waves the case in front of your face, her slight smile returning. “And if you stay the same then we know what the vector is. With that knowledge, maybe we can figure out a way to use it to help get things back to normal. Or at least close to normal.”

“And what if you grow boobs and a booty overnight?” you ask, feeling an awkward twinge you can’t quite place as you ask the question. Octavia waves you off.

“Then you can accompany me tomorrow on a shopping trip to return the favor. But one or two cup sizes should not be a big deal.”

You squint at Octavia for a few seconds. Her confident expression turns sour, then cautious as she looks to the case in her hand.

“This isn’t about that ‘volume’ thing from back in Felicity’s, right?”

“It is not.” It totally is. As you start to smile, Octavia makes a small sound of irritation and gathers up her things.

“Tomorrow,” she begins, shouldering her bag, “let me know when you wake up tomorrow. You said that was when you noticed the changes, so that should be enough time to know for certain.”

You agree to keep in touch and the both of you say your goodbyes. After showing Octavia out, you let loose a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. You’re just about ready for this day to end. But at least you’ve got some time to yourself before bed.

/Break3/