This choice: Amber understands and uses the dictaphone to stop Vanessa... and help herself ! • Go Back... Knowing Vanessa would continue to parade around the school in just her bra and panties to show off her intimidating body for a few minutes longer, Amber uses the opportunity to put as much distance between the she-hulk and herself as she can. She even goes so far as to take unusual paths, all in an effort to buy as much time as possible before she inevitably found out her dictaphone is missing. She needs to find a safe place to stop and listen to whatever is on this thing. And if there's nothing on it that can be used against Vanessa Barnes... well, Mars might be nice this time of year.
Finally, Amber stops for a break in the park. This would have to do. When Vanessa finds out her recording device is missing, Amber knows with stomach-turning certainty that she can count on the she-hulk being methodical; she'll threaten and punish everyone that's currently closest to where she left her stuff first and work from there. She'll come after her only after she's exhausted her other suspects... or someone saw her and squeals. "Better check this thing quickly." Amber says to herself as she hits the reverse button and then play.
"The truth is: Eden has breasts twice as big as mine!" came out of the machine in Vanessa's voice, with herself and Eden laughing in the background. It sounds like this was in the bathroom this morning... but she can't remember this at all. She hits play again.
"Eden is a small B-cup, as she used to be." But wasn't Eden always a small B-cup? What was the point in recording this? For a walking tank... Vanessa is sure weird. And not in a way that's easily exploitable. Amber hits play once more, digging deeper into the recordings.
"My breasts are more than twice the size of an F-cup" Obvious statement is obvious... but Amber can't help but wonder why state such a specific cup size. Even with an F-cup, Vanessa would still be the most well-endowed girl in school. Unless... maybe this somehow tied in with the first recording... Amber is starting to get suspicious. One more push of the play button.
"I'm super tall and super strong, so I don't have problems with my breasts... or almost anything physical, in fact." as if Vanessa needs reassurance in that department.
"Okay, what the hell?" Amber exclaims with confusion. Nothing on it is useful! Or is it? She's so confused... "I wish I understand the meaning of what's been recorded on this thing!" she yells in frustration, accidentally hitting the record button while saying it.
The dictaphone sparked. "Oh crap..." Amber mutters, thinking she broke it. But then memories begin to flood into her mind... and she understood everything that had been recorded. It all had happened. She couldn't remember it before because reality changed after each recording. Amber smiles. "Everything is back to how it was before Vanessa first used the dictaphone, except I still have it and she remembers nothing about it. Eden is also here, and remembers every change made so far by the dictaphone except the first two." she records, and then stops to let the changes happen.
Back at school, Vanessa is pounding Lisa's skull in. "You miserable little WRETCH!!! I have been nothing but kind to you and my fellow students, and yet you have the NERVE to steal from ME?!" she roars.
"I-I didn't steal anything! Even if I did, I'd have no where to hide-" Lisa tries to answer back.
"Indeed. You have no where to hide from me, so just hand my..." Vanessa snaps back, in the middle of one of her put-downs, but trails off as her mind goes fuzzy. What was it she was demanding again? And was it just her, or is she shorter somehow? Her arms... are as wonderfully lithe as ever, just showing a little athletic muscle beneath. Why did she think otherwise? Her F-cup breasts seem small to her... but only for a fleeting moment before it's forgotten.
"Hand you your what, Vanessa? Manners? Sorry, I wish I did have them to shove down your egotistic throat!" Lisa shouts at her confidently. So Vanessa's 7 feet tall. That didn't give the 6'6" bitch the right to boss her around!
As the last changes to reality set in, Vanessa steps away from Lisa, holding her head. She remembers demanding... something, but now she can't remember what that was. It was so hard, being better than everyone else here... "Forget it, loser. I have more important things to do." she growls as she leaves for home. She'll just make sure not to invite Lisa to any of her future parties...
"So Vanessa used this thing to make herself into the Bitchy Bazooka-Boobed She-Hulk? And then you changed everything back and made her forget the dictaphone?" Eden asks, remembering the events but still not sure if she believes them.
"That about sums it up." Amber replies, nodding. Of course, it had been easy for her to... liberate the device from Vanessa. It could change hands from her about as easily in a moment of carelessness, and who knows what could happen? Like if Vanessa rediscovered it, they were both worse than dead. She needs to prevent that as much as she can. She turns her back on her friend and records, "Anyone who finds or takes the dictaphone from me will return it to me immediately without using it in any way." A small spark, and it's done.
Eden looks to Amber thoughtfully. Even with everything back the way it should be... it didn't change the fact that Vanessa was a bitch with a capital B. They were underlings to her, not equals, and she took ample opportunity to remind them this. But they now have the power of this dictaphone! "You know, I'm kind of tired of being Vanessa's little underling. Aren't you?" she suggests.
Amber thinks it over. It would be nice to be on equal footing with Vanessa, and not merely content to stay in her shadow. However, if they change themselves like that, they'll become targets of her wrath. Vanessa hated anything that challenged her believed superiority. "Yeah, actually. I don't really want to take away anything of hers physically, and if we're like her equals she'll see us as threats." she replies.
"Here, can I try something? I don't even need to hold the thing, just hold record." Eden asks, which Amber shrugs and pushes record. "Vanessa Barnes is a genuinely nice person, but still boastful." Eden says and then with a nod her friend stops recording.
Vanessa walks home in her usual mood. She has no idea where her 'friends' had gotten off to, not that it mattered. She's rich, and they aren't. She's taller, prettier than them. Why can't everyone else get with the program that she's better than them? ...Why did she care about that? She loved to flaunt her body and her parent's money, but since two years ago, she had been given a hard lesson in reality. If she didn't change her ways, she'd lose everything she had. So she turned her life around. And she found she actually enjoys being nice to people! Perhaps she'll call Amber and Eden when she gets home to check up on them...
"Awesome..." both Amber and Eden say in unison, comparing their memories of the old Vanessa with the new one. Perhaps now they can enhance themselves without her getting upset... It's tempting, but maybe they should wait and see how reality's changed first before changing themselves.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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