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New Year's Expectations
(Prologue and Part 1)
(Prologue and Part 1)
by Ageiss, BLZBub and Planet
PROLOGUE
December 31st, 1995.
The
house was all abuzz for the New Year’s party. Many family members and
friends have been invited to count down the last of 1996. Food’s been
made and drinks were ready
to serve. Everyone in the house was waiting for the party to happen
with anticipation.
Marianne
took the longest with getting ready for the party. She was not quite as
excited as people would expect. Yes, the party would be fun and the food
would be good. She
hoped she’ll get enough soda that she’ll be able to stay up long
enough, but that wasn’t the real problem.
At
7 years old, everyone still thought of Marianne as the baby of the
family. She was a sweet girl and loved the attention, but there was only
so much adoration that one
could take. Especially since people treated her like she was a lot
younger than she really was. She might not be an older girl like her
sisters, but she wasn’t a baby anymore, especially since she had started to show signs of being an early bloomer. Indeed, she looked older than her age, but except for her sisters, everyone
thought she wasn’t able to do anything on her own
and she was getting really tired of it.
Genevieve
was eager to get dressed for the party. She put on her prettiest white
dress and brushed her hair until it was shiny. She actually brushed her
teeth and put on
a little of her mom’s lip gloss to make herself look even more pretty.
Of course everyone would be saying how pretty she is, but only one
person’s opinion mattered to her.
Even
though her parents had told her multiple times that Lance wouldn’t be
here, she still hung onto hope that he’d surprise her. Lance was the
cutest boy in her class just
as she was the cutest girl. Most 10 year old boys and girls would be
thinking the opposite gender was gross and have nothing to do with them.
But not Genevieve and Lance. She and Lance knew they were meant to be
together forever and nobody could say a thing
to change their minds.
Carrie
received a bit more attention from her parents. After all, she wasn’t
expected to just talk with the kids that were coming along. They
intended to introduce her to
some of their adult friends and have talk with them. She was certainly
smart enough by now that she’d be able to understand the basics of their
conversations.
Carrie
was considerably older than the children that would be there. At 14,
everyone was starting to look at her as a young adult. However, she
didn’t really feel like a
young adult. She was aware of the benefits of growing up would be, but
she wasn’t sure if she could handle all the pressure. So much
responsibility was expected with her and she didn’t think she had the
fortitude to deal with it. There was also the fact that, unlike her little sisters, she looked too young for her age. Most of her classmates had already started puberty, but Carrie still looked like a much younger kid.
The
party was going very well. All the adults were having a good time,
reminiscing about 1995 and all the good things that happened in it,
discussing what will be coming
in the new year. The kids were enjoying the food and the games, though a
couple of them had nodded off. The kids who were still awake were
determined to stay up to midnight.
Marianne,
Genevieve, and Carrie had gotten away from the party for a while. They
were sitting in front of the big grandfather clock in the foyer and
talking as the hands
inched towards ‘12’.
“Hey, you guys got any New Year’s resolutions?” asked Genevieve.
“What’s a resolution?” asked Marianne.
“A New Year’s resolution is a promise you make to yourself that you intend to see happen before the next New Year,” said Carrie.
“Oh,
well, I’ve got a resolution,” said Marianne, “I want people to take me
more serious. I want to be free of being treated like a baby and be, uh,
independence.” She learned
the word in school when they were talking about US history, though she
had gotten her terminology a little mixed.
“Well,
I want me and Lance to be together,” said Genevieve giddily, “I just
know he feels the same way for me and we’re gonna be sweethearts until
we’re all grown up and
married then we’ll live happily ever after.” She was certainly a dreamy
girl, believing she and Lance were just like a fairy tale.
“And
I want to be rich. I’ll have so much money I can pay anyone to take
care of anything for me. And I’ll be able to have all the best of
everything,” said Carrie. Her
wish sounded rather greedy, but that was mostly a front. She thought
that if she had enough money, she wouldn’t have to worry a lot about
responsibility. Money was supposed to be able to fix anything, right?
They were suddenly taken aback when they realized people around them had started the countdown. 3... 2... 1...
Just
then, the grandfather clock began ringing. The sisters quickly covered
their ears. They had never heard the clock ring this loud before. The
chimes seemed to get louder
with each stroke. There also seemed to be a build-up of energy, like
the chimes were the thunder of a coming storm. The girls could feel a
pressure building up around them and it seemed to be building up inside
them. Then on the 12th stroke, it
all seemed to explode out.
Carrie (Part 1)
by Ageiss
Carrie’s head was spinning out of
control. She lost sight of her sisters and the other party-goers, but it only
lasted for a few seconds. She regained her senses as suddenly as she has lost
them, but they registered a much altered reality.
She was in a radically different
place, way darker and much more crowded, thought the people there were also
wishing a happy new year to each other. The background music was much louder,
and most of the members of the crowd were young adults instead of her old
relatives. Of course, the biggest shock came from the fact that she was on eye
level with those grown-ups!
She quickly looked down at
herself.
“What the fuck?” her automatic
choice of words surprised her almost as much as the lower voice that came from
her throat or the fact that she now possessed a fully developed body! In fact,
as far as she could see, she was a particularly well-developed woman now.
She couldn’t hide a smile as she
looked around. Everyone seemed quite normal. What was the matter with her body,
then?
Carrie examined herself again.
She was wearing a short floral dress which barely came down to her thighs and
which underlined her full legs. The top part of the dress strained against her
new round breasts, which felt incredibly strange just by being there.
“How can this be? It’s absurd”
she asked with her mental voice, which still sounded like her 14-years-old one,
though she was also enjoying the discovery.
She turned to face another woman
who was waving at her.
“Happy new year,” said Carrie,
this time wanting to test her speech.
“Happy 2016!” said the other one,
before running in the opposite direction to hug a man.
2016? Had she really skipped all
those years between 1995 and 2016? 20 whole years. Was she truly a 34-yers-old
now?
“I’m much older than I believed,”
thought Carrie, looking down at herself again.
She detected a small mirror on
the opposite wall and approached it, almost tripping when she noticed she was
wearing heels. But she managed and faced the mirror. It was tiny, and she
couldn’t see much more than her face.
“I’m a hottie,” she thought
surprised. Puberty had transformed her features radically into a bold, sexy
face with angular bones and plump lips. Her hair was full and a richer red.
She caressed her face with her
large hands, feeling the differences. She could taste and smell the make-up,
and could barely register that the woman was really herself.
Carrie jumped when she suddenly
felt a vibration between her new breasts. She introduced her hand into her bra
and found a small device. In the screen, there was a green icon with a
telephone-chapped figure.
She pushed it, and guessing it
was some kind of 2016 version of a phone, she put it against her ear.
“Hello?”
“Hello, miss Carrie, and happy
new year,” said a voice.
“Who is it?”
“Why, it’s me, miss Carrie.
Ferdinand. You asked me to call you just after midnight. Do you still want me
to pick you this early?”
“Uhm… yes, I guess.”
“I’ll be outside in three
minutes.”
By now, the young woman who had
informed her the year was back.
“Do you know who Ferdinand is?”
asked Carrie uncertainly.
“Who, your driver?”
So Carrie had a driver. That she
had grown to have that kind of commodity was almost as unexpected as having
grown to have big boobs. But somehow, both things had happened.
She walked out of the place –a
nightclub, it seemed, and waited there.
Ferdinand was punctual, or at
least she guessed the older man who had greeted her and opened the rear door of
a black car was indeed Ferdinand.
Carrie was very attentive of her
surroundings as Ferdinand drove her home.
For the most part, the city was
almost unchanged. The cars looked a bit sleeker, and there were maybe more
lights on the streets than usual, but she could still recognize mostly
everything.
But Ferdinand didn’t drive to her
usual address, instead turning to a part of the city she wasn’t familiar with.
“You’re home, miss,” announced the
driver. “Will you be needing me anymore?”
“Uhm, no. You can go. Be with
your family.” Said Carrie, praying Ferdinand indeed had a family.
“Thank you miss.”
Carrie looked wide-eyed to the
big house. The fact that she had a driver was telling, she supposed, but she
hadn’t readied herself for the apparent opulence of her dwellings.
She entered the place, wondering
if there was someone else there at the moment, but all the lights were off, and
the silence was total.
“Oh, wow.”
As soon as she had turned on the
lights, she was greeted by an enormous picture of the woman she had been turned
into, hanging on the wall of a tasteful living room.
The picture was very daring too.
She was wearing a tiny football shirt which barely covered her breasts, and actually
exposed them bellow the hem.
But what could such an egocentric
display mean? Was she a model or something? This didn’t seem like her at all.
But in any case, the picture fed
her curiosity. She ran upstairs as quickly as her heels allowed her until she
found what obviously was the master bedroom. There was a king sized bed there,
but nothing in the room betrayed someone else shared it with her.
“So I’m single after all. That’s
a relief,” she thought. There were enough complications in her new life without
having to confront a marriage.
A huge mirror hung in front of
her, so she climbed the bed, knelt there and removed her dress with ease.
“Oh, wow.”
Her reaction was the same than
when she saw the framed picture because the sight was equally impressive. The
once underdeveloped girl was now a woman exploding with female curves. The lacy
black lingerie she was wearing emphasized the change.
Carrie lost track of time. She
couldn’t say how much time she had spent there, just staring at the beautiful
reflection of the 34-years-old woman. Then, a more pressing matter took her out
of her trance.
If twenty years had passed, where
was her family?
She had a phone on her bedside
table, so she went for it. She dialed the old number from her house, hoping it
was still the right one.
She immediately recognized the
voice of her father, and it didn’t sound too aged.
“Hi, it’s me, Carrie,” she said,
sounding a bit more anxious than she wanted. “Sorry about the hour, I just
wanted to wish you a happy new year.”
“Don’t worry, your mom and I are
still awake. Do you want to talk with her?”
“No, no. I’ll go around first
thing in the morning. Uhm… how are Marianne and Genevieve?”
“They’re fine, fine,” he said,
and Carrie sighed relieved. “Marianne says she called you earlier. Genevieve must be with Lance.”
“Her husband,” realized Carrie
automatically, unable to believe her young sister was married. So everyone’s
lives had continues normally for twenty years, and somehow her preteen
consciousness had been transported into her future body.
She didn’t talk with her father
much longer. Everyone was alright, and that was what mattered. She would visit
them tomorrow.
Right now, she wanted to taste a bit more of the life she had been given. She threw away her brassiere, marveling at the sheer size of her nipples, and dressed in a black, semi-transparent negligee that hugged tightly the few parts of her body it actually covered.
Genevieve (Part 1)
by BLZBub
Genevieve
felt like a bolt of lightning had hit her. Energy surged through her
body, filling it up to the point where it should have exploded.
But she didn’t explode, at least not literally. But it felt like her
body was growing in every direction, particularly her upper and lower
torso.
“Happy New Year!” shouted several voices around her.
Genevieve
jolted with a shock. As quickly as the energizing feeling had come, it
had left. There wasn’t so much of a tingle of it left, at least
not where she’d expect to be tingling. Similarly, the energy seemed to
have left her someplace she hadn’t seen before though it was obvious
that there was still a party going on. The next thing she knew, someone
was kissing her.
Genevieve
was obviously shocked, but some instinct took over and she kissed back
for a few seconds before pulling away. Sitting across from
her was a rather handsome man who was giving her a loving look. By the
way he was dressed, this was a semi-formal party. Looking behind him,
she could tell that this place was a slightly fancy establishment.
“Happy New Year, VV,” said the man happily.
“Happy
New Year,” Genevieve replied automatically. It took a lot of effort not
to gasp. That voice that came out of her mouth did not sound
like her usual voice. It sound much lower and more sensual, like a
grown woman. And who was this man sitting across from her that called
her by her personal nickname?
Then another man called, “Happy New Year, Lance.”
“You
too,” replied the man. Wait, Lance? It couldn’t be Lance, not the Lance
she knew. Lance was no older than she was and she was still a little
girl…wasn’t she?
“I
need to use the restroom,” said Genevieve as she stood up. Already, she
could tell several things were amiss. The table that she and ‘Lance’
were sitting at shouldn’t be so short to her standing up. The way she
stood was different as well, balancing mostly on her balls.
“Sure
thing, sweetie,” said Lance. ‘Sweetie’, that had to mean something
more. Genevieve walked away from the table. As she crossed the room,
she could clearly see she was in a bar with plenty of people drinking
in celebration. She also became aware of the difference of her pace, the
way her hips seemed to sway more and the weight on her chest. She
glanced at the TV and it was still celebrating
the start of year of…2016?! The urge to find the restroom became even
stronger and Genevieve quickly hurried into the ladies’ room.
She
looked into the mirror and gasped at what she saw. Staring at her was
not a little girl of 10, but a grown woman of 30. The woman possessed
her same eyes and blonde hair, but hers was so silky. Her face was so
thin now with noticeable cheekbones, her lips so plush and actually
having make-up on them. Her nose was no longer small and button-like,
but long and profiled. She was so gorgeous that
Genevieve could barely believe it was her face.
The
body beneath it was equally amazing. She was wearing a black dress that
was tight against her frame but loose enough to allow her to move
easily. Genevieve moved her hands up and down her sides. Her waist
seemed to sink in before she flared out at the hips. She was having
trouble telling how far her hips went with this dress, but it didn’t
seem like too wide. She felt up her butt which also
felt like it didn’t have too much in volume. She was a bit relieved
that she didn’t take up so much space on her seat.
Her
attention focused on the unfamiliar curves under her collarbone. She
looked around to see if anyone was looking before she lower the hem
of her dress down to her waist. She most definitely had breasts now and
they were currently wrapped in a black strapless bra. Her breasts
didn’t seem overly large, but they were certainly more than Genevieve
have ever seen on her chest. She felt a strong urge
to move her bra and looked at her bare breasts, but it was too likely
for someone to walk in on her like this.
Then
Genevieve notice the purse she had been carrying in one hand. If it was
hers, it would certainly provide a lot more information about her.
She opened it up and dug through it. She found a couple of interesting
things in there, like keys and lipstick. Most importantly, she found her
wallet and there was quite a bit of information in there. Her driver’s
license gave her solid proof that this was
definitely the future, though she still had no idea how she had gotten
here.
But
more importantly, Genevieve noticed a change in surname on her license
and her status was ‘married’. Recognizing the surname, she soon found
a photo of her with the same ‘Lance’ that was at the table. One look at
the ring on her finger told her all she needed to know. She really was
in the future and she and Lance were married. All worry was soon washed
away, it was a dream come true. Granted,
she would have actually like to have been at her own wedding, but it
didn’t matter now. She and Lance were grown up, happily married, and
pretty much guaranteed to live happily ever after.
She readjusted her shirt and returned to her table, suddenly all smiles. Lance definitely grew up to be a good-looking man and she considered herself to be very lucky. She leaned over him and whispered, “I think I’m ready to home now.”
“So soon? The night’s still young,” said Lance.
‘But
I’m not young now,’ Genevieve thought to herself before she said, “It’s
2016 now. The party’s gonna start winding down soon. Besides, don’t
you want to be alone now?”
That was all the encouragement that Lance needed. “Ok then, let’s head on. You sober enough to drive?” he asked.
Genevieve
hesitated. She still knew too little about the future, including
important things like driving. She wasn’t sure how soon she’d know,
but it wasn’t right now. “No, I’m a little tipsy, you better drive,”
she said as she handed him her keys.
Lance shrugged and started walking out. Genevieve followed him, not knowing where they were going. They headed into the parking lot and Lance led them to a cute sports car. Genevieve was giddy that she actually owned a sports car. She couldn’t wait to see their dream house.
Well,
it wasn’t really a dream house. Genevieve and Lance apparently lived in
an apartment, but at least it was a reasonably roomy apartment
for the two of them. Genevieve would have wanted to explore her
apartment more, but she doubted she could make her apparent amnesia look
like a case of having too much to drink. Lance loved her
unconditionally, of course, but he probably would have some trouble
believing that his wife currently had the mind of her 10 year old self
sent forward in time.
Genevieve found a chest of drawers that had a lot of different clothes for her inside. She found a nightgown that she thought was so cute. She quickly changed out of her dress and into it. It was so comfortable against her skin and it highlighted her body so well. When Lance walked into the bedroom, Genevieve asked, “Ready for bed?”
Lance
chuckled and said, “Why bother dressing up for that? Well, can’t say I
don’t mind unwrapping a New Year’s present.” Genevieve was rather
puzzled about that expression. What was Lance talking about. The
question stopped bothering her when Lance started kissing her but her
attention was soon focused when Lance stuck a hand down her nightgown
and started rubbing her.
Genevieve
would have objected, but Lance’s hands felt really good on her. She
felt her pleasure grow as Lance rubbed her over. Then Genevieve
had a flash of insight. This was the kind of thing that married grown
ups do, the kind of thing they don’t want kids to know about. Carrie had
timidly talked to her a little about it, but Genevieve wasn’t certain what she
was talking about. Now it looked like Lance
was going to show her.
She
allowed Lance command in undressing the both of them. Before she knew
it, she was lying on the bed while Lance started pleasuring her in ways
her vocabulary had yet
to describe. But she didn’t resist, she submitted to the good feelings.
The sensations hit a peak a few times before Lance got tired and wanted
to go to sleep. Genevieve was fine with that, she was pretty tired
herself. She closed her eyes as her husband snuggled
against her. So far, the future was as great as she imagined it to be.
Marianne (Part 1)
by Planet
Marianne suddenly felt like her body was exploding outwards, growing bigger in every direction, though most of the enlargement seemed focused on her backside and her chest area.
“Happy new year!” were yelling the people around her.
It was over in over a second, and Marianne could have thought it had been a dizzy spell if not for the fact that she was instantly aware of two things: for one, she was still at a party, though she was definitely on a different location than she had been just moments earlier, and, most importantly, Marianne herself had changed.
She was still wearing a dress, though it definitely wasn’t the same one. This one was blue, not to mention very skimpy. The skirt barely reached her thighs, and the back was bare, as was part of her midsection, and the neckline was so low it showed a good deal of cleavage, for Marianne now possessed full breasts. Indeed, it seemed her whole body had developed into that of an adult woman. She could feel her significant curves tightly encased within the dress, and she noticed the tone in her lengthy arms and waist, the power of her long, shapely legs, which made her much taller than her old self (and she was also wearing high-heels), and she felt the mass that held her skirt slightly up, and that almost made her feel like she had a tail.
“This is so cool!” she squealed as her first reaction, almost coughing when she noticed her coarser voice. There was also something else there… an accent she wasn’t used to have..
“Are you all right, Marianne?” asked a woman next to her, laughing.
“Oh, yes, I’m just happy about the new year,” she said laughing too, but mainly at the still unfamiliar sound of her throat, and to the fact that this adult woman was slightly shorter than her now.
She wanted to grope her new body, to have a better idea of her new proportions, but she couldn’t do so without attracting the attention of such a large crowd, so she started playing with her dark hair. Even its texture seemed different.
This was certainly exciting, but how was even possible? She looked around. Where were her sisters? Where was she at the moment, for that matter?
She sat bellow some big balloons shaped as letters. “HAPPY NEW YEAR”, they said, but on the opposite side of the ballroom there were other balloons spelling “2016.”
“So that’s it,” she thought silently. “I’ve travelled 20 years into the future. That explains this body… I must be… 27-years-old!”
She remained sitting in there for fifteen minutes or so, and a few people approached to her to wish her a happy new year. She supposed they were acquaintances from this future reality, but since she couldn’t even place their names, she didn’t want to talk too much with them.
One girl was particularly chatty, and she approached her a second time to give her a big cup with pink liquid and what looked like a piece of watermelon. She tasted it and she liked it, though she could feel the flavor of alcohol mixed with the fruit.
Maybe it was the sip of liquor, but suddenly Marianne didn’t feel able to contain her excitement by sitting there anymore. She needed to see herself, to find out what this new life was about. She had heard the place (apparently a hotel) had a pool area, so she headed there.
At the moment, there weren’t people inside the pool, though the climate was unusually warm for winter, but there was a couple fooling around in the distance. They didn’t seem like they would mind Marianne at all, so she simply removed the dress, threw it over one of the armchairs in the lobby, and approached a mirror wall, her cocktail still in her hand.
“Oh, my… Is that really me?”
Marianne could still recognize herself on the grown woman, but barely. Her nose had grown out, as had her mouth, and her whole facial structure had changed into a long and angular kind of face, which was a bit rough but still attractive. And it was far from her best feature.
“What the…”
As she had guessed from the short glimpses she had thrown at her skirt, her buttocks had developed noticeably, becoming incredibly firm but very large, and complementing quite well her strong thighs.
“Strong” was a word that would fit her perfectly now. She was exceptionally fit, judging by the state of her legs and stomach. Her breasts weren’t as prodigious as her behind, but they were still big and round to her. The small underwear she was wearing underlines every curve, and she felt the need to be on her own. The couple on the other side of the pool had started to glance in her direction every now and then.
She put on her dress again and went back into the ball room where the main party was still taking place. The girl who had given her the drink approached her, escorted by four other young people.
“Where have you been? I thought you were gone!”
“Actually I think I’m about to go now,” answered Marianne with a smile.
“What? But it’s so early.”
This was new. One in the morning had never been early for her before.
“I know, but I have to do something tomorrow, and…”
“Yeah, me too,” said one of the other girls. “My stupid boss wants me to review that project first thing in the morning. On New Year!”
Marianne joined the others in dissing the girl’s boss.
“Well, I can give you a lift if you want, Marianne. Don’t worry, I haven’t been drinking…”
Marianne accepted the proposal. After all, she had no idea where she lived. She joined her in her walk towards the garage, and was surprised to see how new and shiny some cars were, though her friend’s was apparently a modest one.
The drive wasn’t very long, but Marianne felt quite lost. She couldn’t recognize the city at all. Had things changed so much in 20 years?
“Are you all right? You seem off,” said the girl driver.
“I think I’m quite drunk,” lied Marianne, who had actually left her drink in the pool area after taking two or three more sips. But she suddenly thought this was a good opportunity, so she feigned an inebriated laugh. “Yeah, I’m definitely drunk. I have no idea of anything. Where are we?”
The other girl laughed too, but after a while she decide she could follow Marianne’s game.
“Uh… Australia, where else?”
“Oh, so that’s it! That’s why all of you have that funny little accent…”
The weird thing was that she also had it, thought Marianne. Why? Had she lived for many years in Australia in this future?
She would have asked more details to the driver, but before she could, they arrived to a small building.
“Well, this is you.”
Marianne smiled and walked out of the car, faking a small stumble.
“I’ll walk you to the door,” said the girl. This had been Marianne’s plan. Otherwise she wouldn’t know her apartment. "Seriously, you didn’t seem this wrong at the party…”
Marianne found some keys in her purse and her new friend helped her into an apartment on the second floor, then dropped her over an armchair.
“You’ll be all right now. See ya, then.”
Marianne waved at her, still with an absent smile, but as soon as the door was closed, she got on her feet again.
The place was small, and there were only two bedrooms, both empty at the moment. She entered the first one, but the photograph of a smiling young couple on the bedside table told Marianne she was in the wrong one, so she got into the other room.
It wasn’t particularly well-organized, and in fact could be called messy, but at least the clothes thrown over the bed were the right size. This was obviously her room.
It suddenly dawned on her how tired she was, so she stepped out of the heels and stripped down to her panties, removing even her bra. Her boobs hung free and perky, and she put on a simple white top and let herself fall over the bed.
Before drifting asleep, though, she let her new long fingers squeeze every curve.
Part 2
Part 3
Epilogue
Great work guys, looking forward to the next parts.
ReplyDeleteThis is a good idea, because each of you is basically repeating the same story line, while showcasing each of your particular styles.
ReplyDeleteEverything seems recognizable here: Ageiss' attention to detail and effortless sexiness, BLZBub's disjointed pictures and man-crazy characters but superb writing, and Planet's simplicity but great world-building potential at the same time.
This is a great writing vehicle for all three regulars of the blog. Good job!
what an epic. can't wait for part 2
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