This choice: Ingrid reports the results to Tehama • Go Back...Chapter #17Ingrid reports the results to Tehama by: oyvey1   With the stakeout offering no results, it was back to HQ for the two middle-schoolers. Ingrid went on ahead with Fillmore excusing himself to use the restroom, so Ingrid took the opportunity to tell Tehama what happened.
"Well?" The forensics expert asked expectantly.
"It worked perfectly."
"Excellent. Did you see a crack in the armor?"
"More than a crack. A fissure the size of the Grand Canyon."
Tehama let out a low whistle. "Dang...what did you do to him?"
"Nothing too raunchy. Just mentioned a few girls with...more than average assets."
"Interesting. So that means Fillmore is probably really into big tits."
"Tehama!" Ingrid hissed.
"What? It's not a bad thing, I don't have any shame. If I could have my way, I'd be the biggest-boobed chick in school."
That caught Ingrid off-guard. "You serious?"
"Why wouldn't I be? Not only would it feel awesome, but the reaction from the guys? Priceless."
"So...you would have no problems walking around school with a pair of massive breasts?"
"They say bigger is better, and I believe it. And the way you said Fillmore reacted, apparently he thinks so too." When Ingrid didn't reply and looked away thoughtfully, Tehama realized there was something she was missing. "You left something out, Third. What else did you tell him?"
"I...I offered a hypothetical...what if...what if I grew the biggest boobs in the world?"
"And THAT'S what turned the crack into a fissure." Tehama nodded in understanding. "No wonder he got so flustered, you gave him a mental image, and that was his undoing."
"It's weird, I just thought I was going to embarrass him and that'd be it. But..." She lowered her voice. "Tehama, the idea didn't just work on him...I feel like it worked on me, too..."
"Really? You never struck me as the type to care much about how big your bust was. In fact, I was certain you wouldn't care if they were non-existent."
"That was before...but now...it's like a woodpecker in my brain, it just keeps tapping away and it won't leave me alone."
Tehama nodded slowly. "So, you want big tits for yourself. You ended up making a suicide run getting to Fillmore and now you're just as flustered as he is." Tehama exhaled sharply. "Guess getting to Fillmore comes with a price."
"Am I weird, Tehama? I never thought about my chest for even half a second up until now, and now I can't stop."
"It's natural, Third. You're just curious. Besides, the fact that you were so casual and nonchalant about it before made the idea all the more potent. Think of it as an experiment gone horribly wrong."
"Is that supposed to make me feel better?"
"No, but it’s a way to think about it all the same."  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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