Katy threw around shirt after shirt, jacket after jacket, out from her closet looking for something that could hide her drained body. “Why did this have to happen! Ugh!” Katy screamed, grabbing hold of a large hoodie with both hands and throwing it across the room. As her arms flailed about, her biceps wiggled with the extra skin, twisting and hanging with every motion. Katy’s inner thighs chaffed together as her hips and legs seemed to bow inward, while still not having any flair outward to give her curvature.
Moving over to the drawers, Katy sifted through the old and well-worn shorts and sweat pants. She pulled out a pair of old, what used to be a bright pink colored, shorts with a white outline on the seams. Normally they would have been great for something like yoga or lounging around in, but in their age they lost springiness and vibrancy so Katy stored them away. The one thing they did have that Katy needed was an elastic string on the inside so she could cinch it around her faded waist.
“How very fitting” Katy mocked to herself.
Katy let out yet another tirade of sighs and groans as she tied up the shorts. Her little stomach fat had all been relocated in the worst places, forming a pouch in front making it hard for her to see the strings and as she moved in her frustrating her tubular breasts swayed into her view, only increasing her anxiety. “Come on!!” Katy said, fighting tears now rolling down her face.
Her anger now losing out to her sorrow, Katy threw herself onto her bed, still covered in clothes, and pushed her face into the pillow. Muffled cries came pouring out, as she screamed with everything she had into the bed, her fist punching the mattress over and over.
“Katy…?”
“Katy, I know it hurts, but we need to stop this.”
The librarian stood before Katy, trying to comfort her. “I know it looks bad, but you need to find a way to pick yourself up.”
“I didn’t ask for this! I didn’t ask for any of this!” Katy gestured around, point out at the white void where the two were having their conversation. “I don’t deserve to look like this! I didn’t do anything wrong! Nothing! I just…. I just wanted to be better! Not lose everything!”
The librarian approached Katy with her arms open. “You didn’t lose me. And yes, right now you’re a little worse for wear, but we can make this right.”
“HOW?!” Katy shouted, “We can’t get near her, and I’d be the biggest hypocrite if I just went and did this to other people! And besides look at you, you’re the same!”
Katy was right, despite the real Katy’s appearance in and out of the library’s world, her own librarian looked the same.
“Katy… I’m sorry.” Her librarian looked downward, afraid to look Katy in the eyes. “If I could trade with you I would, but that’s not how this works.”
“I bet even the Curator looks better than me in that stuck up, stupid ass drab suit!” Katy’s anger flared up.
On cue, the Curator began to shimmer into the group, right beside the librarian. “On the contrary, Katy. I do take on your physical appearance, unlike your librarian.” Katy had to eat her words as the curator now stood before her, and in an identical body to her own. The same weak body, the same tired looking eyes, the same chest hanging halfway down her torso. Even through the suit attire Katy could tell the two were mirrored.
The three stood silently, all unsure of what to say.
As Katy’s anger subsided she took a deep breath and said, “OK. So how are going to fix this.”
Now sitting at the closest bus stop, Katy’s leg restlessly bounced up and down as she waited for the 5:15 bus. Turns out, Amber not only stole Katy’s body, but also borrowed her car to get home. At least, that’s where Katy hoped she was driving to. It would take her about 30 minutes by bus to get to where Amber lived and in that time Katy had nothing to do but continue to try to plan out how this would work out. Even with the 3 trying for hours, they could all only come up with getting to Amber and then trying to stay far enough away from her Role Play ability so it couldn’t affect her or sneak up on her to get inside her library to turn off the ability before it grabs hold. Neither were solid plans.
As the bus finally pulled up, Katy stood up and arched her back in discomfort at having to wear 2 sports bras, one hers and one of her mother’s, in order to look somewhat normal under a large T-shirt.
As she made her way down the passenger line after paying, she looked for an open seat. The bus wasn’t overly crowded, but enough that she’d have to sit next to someone. Gazing through the empty faces, Katy felt saddened that she felt like she belonged with these people now that she was like this. Normally, guys, young or old, would take a glance at her, maybe not for long but at least a glance, and women would size her up, but now it was like she didn’t exist, like she was just another bus person.
Katy wanted to go with the safest route so she found an elderly looking woman at the back of the bus and plopped down next to her. She glanced over at the woman with a small smile then hunched over to try to shrink into the hard bus seat.
“Hello Miss Katy…” Katy heard from the old woman.
“Umm… how do you know me? Do I know you?” Katy began to question her seat choice and how this lady knew her name.
“Oh yes dear, we know each other. But I’m not surprised you don’t recognize me. However, I’m concerned that I could barely recognize you.” The woman calmly said slowly.
This thought now bringing up more questions than answer, Katy wondered how this woman, whom she didn’t know could know her looking like she did now.
“I’m sorry – I just don’t know who you are…” Katy apologized. Clearly this old woman wasn’t a threat, and Katy needed answers at this point.
“My name is Meredith.”
Katy knew the name sounded familiar, wondering to herself where she had seen it. As she thought back, Katy stared at the grandmother character next to her, trying to figure out why she should know her.
“Meredith Ansell.” The woman added to help.
Katy’s eyes opened wide and her head ducked lower to get change her viewing angle of Meredith’s face.
“No…” Katy said, “There’s no way. Are you Ms. Ansell’s mother?”
Meredith shook her head. “No dear, I’m one in the same.”
“But I can tell you’re confused, so let me just start by saying that we must have a similar acquaintance based on what happened to your body.” Meredith continued freely, “The Ms. Ansell you know was still me, but I suppose my time was up. After the day in that classroom I guess I out served my purpose because of my lust. I don’t know what came over me that day, but it was a great way to spend my last day with that luscious body.” Meredith smiled, her jaw shaking slightly holding such large smile at the memory.
It wasn’t that Katy was distrusting of Meredith, but she wanted to see for herself what happened to her.
Katy tried entering Meredith’s library, but upon arriving she found the same note that was left for her the last time Katy was there reading, “Find the Curator.”
Katy tried the museum as well, only to find she had been sealed off from it as well – though no note this time.
Back on the bus Katy attempted to gather details. “How did you get that body, like, did you steal it from someone or…?”
Meredith looked confused, “Steal? No, at least that wasn’t my role to play. I can never remember who approached me, but I do know it was a young woman. She came to me years ago and said she could offer me a youthful body again, one that would make me the envy of all – make me the best woman! The one I was meant to be.”
“Why would you believe her?” Katy asked.
“She had this way about her, the same as the man I met in my youth, long before someone like you was born. He had extraordinary gifts, and she reminded me of him, so yes… I believed her.”
“Who is she?” Katy interrupted with another question.
With no mind to the interruption, Meredith answered, “You know it’s the strangest thing, every time I try to remember who she is, I can’t. It’s like everything about her is blocked except for my feelings towards her. Like my memory of her is trapped in a box that I can’t unlock – it’s there, I just can’t open it. You know, like a jelly jar, you know what’s in it, but you can’t open it. Or perhaps a chest…” Meredith continued with her analogies.
Katy stared, but held a brief conversation with her librarian. “More than likely whoever sealed her library also sealed, or stole, her knowledge of anything to do with herself.” Katy agreed with her librarian. “So, even if you can’t remember the girl, how exactly did you… you know, get young and all that stuff?” Katy asked, breaking up with still going metaphors for locked things.
“Oh – well, I’m afraid I don’t understand all of it, but I was told that I could return to my youth if I used my Projector on certain students during tests. Eventually, I started to age backwards. With each offering, I grew younger by a couple years. And I’d say around 36 or 37, it was hard to guess my age, I started to improve in other ways. By the time I reached my late twenties I was having to shop for custom bras, my body was consistently ready for sex, and I felt like I could have any man I wanted. Oh and I did…” trailing off, this now old woman wet her lips and hummed to herself, “Mhmm… It was an adventure of a lifetime.”
“You said ‘offering’, what did you mean?” Katy said unfazed, knowing full well the reputation Ms. Ansell had at her school.
“Usually at the beginning of the year, or semester, or whenever a large exam was coming up, the girl would approach me and tell me when to meet her. I would arrive and there would be a student, or sometimes a few, lying down on a couch. They all looked very comfortable, but were always asleep.”
“Asleep?”
“Or maybe unconscious, but they all looked very peaceful so I always thought they were napping. Plus, we always had to whisper. Now that I’m thinking about this it was very odd…” Meredith squinted her eyes, trying to think why she wouldn’t have found this situation dangerous before.
“So what happened?” Prodded Katy. “Oh, sorry – well, the girl would grab my hand and one of theirs and stand there for a bit. Then let go, and we’d move onto the next student. That’s it. Then I would help them out during the tests, for whichever class, and that was it. At least at first.”
“How did you get younger then? Did you just wake up and poof you’re young?”
“It happened slowly, over the course a month or so I always began to notice a little less wrinkles or sag here and there. Until one day the girl lined up four young women, two of which were cheerleaders, and the other two clearly had to fight men off with a stick as well…”
Meredith’s expression changed, her smile was still wide, but her eyes told a story of regret.
“Over the next week I went up a full cup size and had to buy all new pants as I couldn’t even jump into my old ones. Every day I woke feeling sore in all the right places, like my body was back when I was a teenager, growing in all the right ways. This went on for a few weeks before subsiding, leaving me with a younger, more beautiful body each moment. It was this offering that I became addicted. I told the girl I wanted, needed, more.”
“I knew at this point I should have stopped but I couldn’t…” Meredith’s hands started to tremble, her face still smiling as if remembering the happiest moments of her life, but her eyes filled with tears. “I saw those four girls later during their exams, and as I fulfilled my end of the deal by lending them the knowledge needed to ace the tests, I saw what was being traded. It was clear that in the offering I had been given something they valued. Once a girl clearly had stuffed her bra to make up for what was given to me, another girl’s clothes hung from her body strangely as I was wearing her hourglass figure, or they looked not as rested, or had bags under their eyes, or their cuteness ‘wore off’, or their hair didn’t look as gorgeous, it didn’t matter, everyone offered something different – and it was given to me.”
“As soon as the girl would send me notice, I immediately felt myself burning for more. Many times I would sneak off to a dark room to feel myself up, trying to memorize my current body so that over the next few days I could examine it and feel the growth. Wondering, what would change this time? These pre-offering rituals started to get longer and longer as the years went by – and during them I came harder and harder at the thought of what would happen.”
“I would go into the room, led in by the girl, and would sit next each student. The girl then gave me the choice of what I wanted. All I had to do was place my hands on the sleeping student and while the girl had her hand on my back, I would feel it begin.”
“At first I always went for the breasts, the younger, fuller, perky breasts. Nothing else seemed to matter. I would immediately feel jealous of these students, so I’d grab onto their tits through their clothes and bra and suck it out of them. I’d feel it in my hands, their breasts shrink down into their bodies. The girl would remind me that this was an offering, that I would only get as much as they were willing to trade for. Some girls I got barely anything from, but other’s I could gain so much more.”
“Eventually I started to look at my breasts as better than theirs, and not only larger, but in firmness and shape. However, envy had a strong hold of me. I soon began to ask that the girls show up naked so I could examine their figures, ass, and skin tone. I became a snob, looking over these girls as if they were a buffet that I could take part in. I would sit on their laps and grab hold of their ass cheeks underneath both of us and feel my hands cave further into them as the distance between us grew as my own ass surged with what was once theirs.”
“I… I soon started to get very specific with my choices. One girl, I didn’t like her body, not her breasts, her hips, any of her facial features, not her hair, nothing. So I told the girl behind me, and she whispered in my ear.”
“I uhm… I then knelt down before the sleeping girl slouched on the couch, eagerly awaiting what I would be absorbing. This was the first time, so I was bashful. I gently inserted my fingers into her folds. As soon as my fingers entered I knew what I wanted. She was so soft, and warm on the inside. My fingers glided in easily as she was somehow already wet. I leaned in closer to her body, inserted a third finger as my thumb circle around her clitoris. Her body began to move, but still she slept. Her breathing became more labored. It was then that I felt it, the moment I was working for. Her breathing slowed, but she continued to squirm. I could feel her wetness drying up, her vagina loosening up around my fingers as they sucked out her tightness.”
“When it was over, I stood up, my own juices leaking down the sides of my legs. I felt myself, a new youthful pussy between my legs.”
“I did this over and over with new girls, sometimes taking their virginity so I could lose mine to different men over and over. I changed my natural hair color so many times I lost count. I even started to ask men online what their darkest fetish’s were so I could snip those traits away – I changed my feet out to be petite, only to trade them out again with much larger ones. I once decided to start taking the nipple sensitivity from all the girls, so that I could then start increasing the amount my nipples would be when erect. I walked around for an entire semester with my nipples so hard I had to bandage them so I could wear my blouses, and even then they pointed through. The slightest brush, like on the chalkboard, would send shutters down my spine. Every time I grabbed hold of one of their cute, pink nipples, I’d pinch them and watch them recede back into the areolas until they became inverted.”
“Eventually I stopped finding things to trade, the quality of girls hadn’t dropped, it’s that I could no longer think of a way for me to improve myself. I was the best woman I thought I could be…”
Meredith sniffled, turning to the side window.
Katy sat beside her, the two at the back of the bus, with tears in Katy’s eyes while Meredith wept as she relived her story.
“Why? Why did I never notice how cruel I was being? How did I do those things to those poor students?”
“I … um... I don’t think you did… you see… uh. People like... well that girl, can do things. Make you do things you wouldn’t want to do.” Katy guessed and tried to comfort the sobbing woman. Other bus passengers began to give them glances.
Katy’s librarian offered Katy counsel, “Most people don’t question their own choices until they are brought to their own attention. You trust you made that decision, not someone else. It isn’t until you recount the details that it becomes clear something was wrong.”
“Katy, I think we can help Ms. Ansell here, if what she says is true she didn’t ask for this to happen, she was just a part of this girl’s game.” Meanwhile Meredith was getting more and more hysterical with her regret. “Oh… Oh God, I’m a horrible person… how? How could….I? You were right, I stole all those things from those poor girls!” She spoke through the tears.
“What should I do about it though?” Katy asked her librarian.
“The same thing that was done to her before – make her ok with it.” Her librarian answered.
The bus drove off, leaving a small dust cloud behind it to sweep over Katy as it left her at her stop. Amber’s house was still a couple blocks away, giving Katy some time to recover from the Meredith.
Katy reconsidered their action, “Are you sure it was ok to just wipe her memory of the bus ride?”
“It was for her own good, she seemed perfectly happy, and normal before and she’ll probably stay that way.” Even though her librarian’s justification was sound, Katy still felt like she was just re-timing a ticking time bomb. “We don’t have enough storage on our end to store all her knowledge of what’s happened to her and we can’t just throw it out… It was the best thing we could do at that moment.”
A short stroll later, Katy was able to see her car parked in front of Amber’s house. “Oh good, she did drive back home.” She was also thankful Amber’s parents’ car was not parked in front either. Glancing around the neighborhood, Katy made a quick jog into the side yard – jumping over a small fence to get into the backyard.
She crept over to each window, peering inside to try and locate Amber. Katy made it over to the sliding glass door, where it was barely cracked open. “You don’t think this is a trap do you?” Katy asked her librarian.
“Maybe someone left it open in a hurry?” Hopeful as ever, her librarian tried to reassure Katy. “This has to be done though, unless you want to stay that way.”
Katy paused for a moment at that thought, being stuck this way forever. “Uh…no.”
Slithering inside and closing the door behind her, Katy could hear some commotion upstairs. It seemed like footsteps at first, but as Katy listened it they became much more sporadic and random, getting louder and louder. Far too many for a single person. As she made her way closer to the stairs, Katy could her muffled sounds coming from the room above. Amber’s house had a large living room upstairs, but was normally closed off by two sliding doors.
As Katy approached the door she could see two nude figures entangled.
Suddenly Amber gasped for air, coughing a bit to get some oxygen! “huhh!” Continuing to cough and wheeze for relief. “Please! No more!”
Katy slammed the doors open yelling, “Amber!” Her face in frantic mode, completely forgetting her plan to stay back from Amber.
“Katy?!” Amber screamed out from under the other woman’s crotch.
The other woman stood up, her hair covering her face and upper body. As she stood, the woman revealed her glorious body. Just as Amber’s body was, the two nearly perfect examples of femininity and sex appeal were before Katy.
“Sierra! Please! Don’t hurt her!” Amber pleaded out to the girl. “Go to sleep Amber, rest up that tongue for our next session.” Amber collapsed on the floor, immediately falling asleep.
Katy was confused, “Sierra!? Is that you? How!?”
The girl pulled the hair out from her face, tossing it behind her shoulders. “Oh you know how.” scolded Sierra.
“I came home and this rather gorgeous body sunbathing out back. As soon as I recognized her as my sister, I knew someone was up to something.”
Katy was still frozen between the doors as Amber spoke. “You see, the difference between you and me is two things: Experience and Determination. Well, that and looks, you’ve clearly seen better days.”
“You, obviously, let her ability take you over, making you as you are now. Ugly, saggy, a dried up, worthless girl. I on the other hand, sealed off her ability the first chance I got. With that new body of hers, and her oral sex skills, she’s going to serve me every day while I continue to play my little games.”
“You sealed off her ability…?” Katy echoed as she pieced it together. “You were the one who sealed off Ms. Ansell’s library!? You were the girl who made absorb all those traits from students in exchange for better grades?! Why?”
“Bingo! I did it at first because I needed material, but then it just became fun to see what she would drain from the girls next. Plus, I kept a little bit for myself each time. Not enough to change me to the point where anyone would notice, but steal from enough girls and you get what you see before you.”
Katy had to admit, Sierra was known for being hotter than Amber, and for getting any man, but she never thought it was Sierra slowly creating her own body. Even Amber, with the combined traits, were barely anything compared with Sierra, who still stood over Amber.
“And believe it or not, I’m just going to get hotter. These breasts will never drop, my pussy will never loosen or dry, my ass will stay firm, my body will continue to stay young for years to come. You though, will stay like that.” Her eyes focused on Katy, her face turned to fury.
Katy’s instinct told her to run, but she didn’t know where to go, this wasn’t a normal fight or argument. She didn’t know what to do and in her confusion she jumped to the side behind a couch.
“Haha! That’s pathetic!” Sierra giggled.
Katy reconsidered her options. “The libraries! I’m so dumb!”
“Too slow” Sierra whispered.
Katy stood in the white void, waiting for something to happen, anything. Panicking she turned and started to run. Sierra’s voice boomed overhead, “Had you tried to activate your personal ability first, whatever it was, you might have stood a chance. But as soon as you entered the room I already sealed you off from your library.”
Back in the room, Katy panicked even more. Not only was she unable to use her library, that meant she was stuck in this body forever. With Sierra making her way over, Katy freaked out and rushed out at Sierra, tackling her to the ground. The two struggled, trying to hit or scratch at each other's faces. Katy was clearly the uglier of the two, but she was also older and had a few extra pounds on Sierra thanks to Amber.
Katy continued to lash out, unsure of what she was doing or what she was trying to accomplish other than taking out her frustration and anger, on her behalf, Meredith’s behalf, and all those girls she stole from. Sierra was so confident in her abilities she was caught off guard by Katy’s crude physical behavior. A mistake she calmly plotted to fix.
Twisting over, Sierra began to crawl on the ground while Katy continued to pummel away on her back and head.
After only getting a few clean hits in, Katy realized this wasn’t working and was not an end game, while Sierra clearly had a plan. Sierra reached out and grabbed Amber’s resting hand.
It happened too fast, much faster than Katy had ever done. She felt Sierra grow underneath her, lifting Katy higher off the ground while her punches started to hurt her hands more and more. She watched as Amber’s sleeping body began to drain away. All the muscle or size sucked right out of her through Sierra’s outstretched hand.
Amber’s breasts were still large, her figure still an hourglass frame, but all of it hung off her towards the side as all her strength was sapped from her body. Meanwhile Sierra began to stand up, easily knocking Katy off to the side. Sierra now stood almost 7ft tall, towering over Katy with a body that had seen hours and hours of workout time.
Admiring her arms Sierra flexed her biceps, “While the strength is nice, it’s hard to attract the type of man I want looking like this.” The tables had turned, as Katy was lifted into the air by Sierra, Katy began to kick and try to knee her in the stomach. Each hit felt like she was kneeing a wall, Sierra’s flexed abs shown clearly on her stomach. Pinned against the wall, Katy tried one last ditch attempt at trying to enter Sierra’s museum.
“Oh my, you are a complete novice. Do you think I would leave my own body unguarded? Of course I sealed off my own library and museum, it keeps people like you out. If you can’t enter my museum, you can’t start a transfer. You really are pathetic!” Sierra gave Katy a shake to prove how powerless she was.
“I can practically feel you tremble in my arms!” Sierra leaned in closely to Katy, who had now given up the struggle. “You’re terrified right now, with nowhere else to run… don’t worry. I’m going to take good care of you.” She forcefully removed Katy’s shirt, tossing it aside. She pulled down the two sports bras, letting her tubular breasts hang out over the tops.
Katy closed her eyes and waited for her demise of some kind. “Librarian?! I’m sorry, if you can hear me, I’m sorry.”
Katy felt the pressure on her arms increase as Sierra’s grip grew tighter, she felt the warmth of her body, now pressing up against her own, trapping her against the wall. Katy’s breasts were dwarfed and dangling out to the side as Sierra’s proper breasts smashed into her chest, spilling out all around. Sierra pushed her thigh up into Katy’s crotch, lifting her up a bit more as Sierra’s face now closed in on Katy’s. Her eyes still closed, Katy grimaced for some sort of pain, when instead she felt Sierra’s thigh start to gyrate a bit between her legs.
Katy, confused and cautious, she opened one eye to look at Sierra. She had started to blush – her body warming up. Her breathing pushed more and more into Katy as it became deeper and deeper.
“Your… your, um. Your body is… repulsive.” Sierra stammered out. “I… hate it… ”
Continuing to gyrate against Katy, Sierra released one of her arm’s, still holding her up by her leg and other arm, “I… you… I… ” Sierra couldn’t make out any more sentences. She just stared at Katy.
Katy didn’t know what was happening, but she felt like this was the way to go. She took her chance and pushed her lips onto Sierra’s and tried to kiss her as deeply as she could.
The kiss was returned with such passion, lust, and strength, Katy knew she made the right call. As the tongues of the two danced inside, Katy reached between the two and slithered her hands onto Sierra’s hard nipples. Grabbing and twisting as hard as she could, Sierra just moaned into the French kiss. Finally releasing her from the wall, but not the embrace, Sierra handled Katy all the way down to the couch where she lay down and held Katy on top of her.
“Suck on them!” Sierra demanded. Katy was compelled to lay over her and do what she was commanded. She caressed and pinched one nipple while sucked deeply on the other. Taking in as much breast as possible with each mouthful, she twirled her tongue around the areola and nipple.
“Here, take your hand and put it in here.” Sierra once again instructed Katy what to do.
Katy’s other hand now danced away between Sierra’s legs, trying to desperately please. Her hand was immediately drenched in Sierra’s excitement as she slid in and out, keeping her thumb around Sierra’s most sensitive spot. She could feel her body tense up and thrive under her fingers and mouth.
Giving it one final push, Katy thrusted her fingers in and out as fast as she could while simultaneously giving her nipple a soft bite, Katy felt the Amazonian woman orgasm beneath her. Her body tensed, her muscles flexed as she tried to hold in the moaning to no avail. Katy tried to continue it for as long as possible, her hands still working as instructed, her mouth now on the other breast, nibbling and sucking.
Katy had felt this before.
The feeling that she wasn’t in control.
Tilting her head to the side, but still fulfilling her duty of servicing Sierra’s tits, Katy saw Amber still asleep and slumped over.
“Where am I?” Katy said.
“You’re in Sierra’s library.” She heard her own voice say.
Sitting up, Katy said, “Wha…?” Dizzy and confused she tried to stand.
“Sorry, forcefully pulling you in does tend to disorient you quite a bit.” Katy’s librarian said.
Katy realizing who was standing before her, immediately went in for a hug. Embracing her she cried out, “I thought I lost you! What happened?”
“We don’t have much time, so it’ll have to wait, we need to deal with Sierra first.” Her librarian instructed.
The two made their way into Sierra’s library, the lights were off and nobody seemed to be on duty. “Where’s the librarian?” Katy asked.
“Do you remember what happened when you orgasmed while under Amber’s Role Play ability? It pulled you out of the ability for a short time while we had a conversation.”
Katy nodded.
“Well, right now Sierra is in that same state, so her ability to seal things can’t be operated by her librarian.” Her librarian continued to explain as they she searched for something in the dark library. “Okay… so what are we looking for?” Katy asked.
“We’re looking for her ability, like with Ms. Ansell it was a projector, with Amber it was the giant wardrobe closet, we’re looking for something that would represent Sierra’s ability to seal things off.” “What are we going to do if we find it? Can we hide it from her, or destroy it?”
“Not exactly, but any librarian can activate an ability as long as the owner’s librarian isn’t present.”
“How long have you known that?” Katy angrily asked, as if information was being withheld from her.
Her librarian smirked, “Only for a couple minutes. You didn’t think Amber’s librarian was the one to activate the Role Play ability did you? Did you not see her passed out?”
It was slowly coming together for Katy. “But, if you used her ability, that means Sierra didn’t seal Amber’s library. And how did you get there in the first place? Sierra said she sealed my library, and aren’t you being… I don’t know, you… part of that?”
“Yes, she sealed you from your own library and from activating your ability, so you couldn’t summon me…” As the two made their way to the center of the library, the librarian finally concluded, “but she didn’t count on me being able to work independently – which really is your ability.”
Reaching the center, the two found a small music box. Katy’s librarian picked up the box and began to spin the crank on the side. The top opened up and began to play a child-like tune of pings and chimes. “This is it.”
Back in the room Katy dragged the huge woman off the coach closer to Amber. Acting as a bridge, Katy began the transfer of muscle mass and size back into Amber. Her body filled out, her hanging skin and chest lifted themselves back up to where they belonged. Sierra shrank and returned to her previous size. Releasing Sierra, Katy held just Amber and began the process of redistributing her own body with what was once hers. Though she did really love how hot Amber had become, she didn’t want to stay in her current form. Removing both bras, she grabbed hold of Amber.
As she knelt over her friend’s shrinking chest, Katy watched as her own inflated and lifted up. The tubular breasts rounded out, Katy smiled as she once again was able to see her own nipples as they were no longer pointing downward. As she sat, she could feel her butt widen and cushion itself on her feet. She gave her own breasts a squeeze and was satisfied as she could once again feel the pleasurable sensation. Her smile faded a bit when she watched as Amber’s tits dipped to the side as the had done before, needing the support of a bra. No longer the perfect, perky pair, but just Amber’s normal boobs.
The two had balanced out and Katy was feeling pretty good about herself. Standing up and stretching out she went to go find something to restrain Sierra.
As Katy was finishing up the ties, Sierra began to come to rain on her parade. “What have you done?!” Sierra said angrily.
“It’s not like I’m going to kill you, but clearly you can’t just be allowed to run around doing whatever you please.” Monologued Katy. “We sealed your museum and your librarian. Without those two, you can’t do anything.”
“You bitch! You fucking bitch! I’m going to kill you! I’ll never forgive you! I’ll find you!” She screamed, squirming to get out of her restraints.
“Oh I know you won’t forgive me, but I do know that you won’t remember me.”
Sierra’s face scrunched with disgust and anger.
“As you know I can’t steal your traits, as the original owners aren’t here, and if I seal them away other people would notice the change. So you’ll stay the way you are… on the outside.” Katy said with snark. “Oh… and all that material you stored up? I stole it all. I’ll find people more deserving of it.” Katy said, with one last remark before sealing off Sierra’s memories of the afternoon.
Although Katy and Amber continued their relationship, the two no longer exclusively dated. Amber had found she was just a late bloomer, or rather she needed to grow into her body. It seemed like her body changed over each night, everything about her body just seemed to fill out. Because of this she started to attract a lot more attention at school and out in public.
“I can’t believe how much hotter we’ve become over the past year, I mean, what, you’ve gone up 2 cup sizes!” Amber said, cupping Katy’s breast through her shirt. Katy squirmed and pushed her hand away. “I’ve never felt more comfortable in my body. Every day I wake up and can admire myself in the mirror – I don’t need as much makeup to cover up any acne, actually it’s entirely gone, I feel like I have an actual butt now. I don’t know how long this will last, but I don’t want it to stop!” Katy knew Amber still had another good couple months left in her.
And last night, you’ll never believe what happened!” Amber drabbled on.
“A guy actually hit on me instead of Sierra! Can you believe it? Ohhh, you should have seen the look on her face!” Giddy with pride Amber shuffled in her seat. Katy noticed a few of the guys at the table over watch Amber’s chest jiggle and bounce as she celebrated with excitement over her story.
“Also, you know I heard a rumor about Sierra…” she leaned in to whisper it to Katy, “I heard despite how hot she is, she doesn’t orgasm. Like some guy told me that she’s known as a ‘corpse fuck’ because she just lies there in bed. He also said his friends went through so much lube, not she was overly tight, but because it was like loose sandpaper up in there… That’s what he told me.” Shrugging and leaning back in her chair.
After their lunch date, the two said their goodbyes and Katy continued to watch the people in the mall, as was her new hobby. Watching for some deserving girl to walk by. Though Katy had been much more generous to Amber than she had been to herself, the material Sierra had stockpiled was more than the two of them combined could go through.
“What do you think about her?” Katy asked her librarian.
“No, she’ll grow up just fine.” Answer her librarian after scoping out the girl’s library.
The two continued this game until they found a young couple sitting at a small table together. What struck Katy was that the two of them were clearly nervous, probably a first date, but also likely that this was their first ever date. Both of them fell pretty hard down on the list of being attractive, but according to her librarian were both honest people. She was on the thin side, him a little on the heavier side, but both very on the nerdy side.
Katy sat down at a table nearby and sat her drink down on the top to look occupied as she spied on the two. She knew she needed some time.
She first jumped into the girl’s library, her name was Maggie, and boy would Maggie be in for a surprise. Katy explained herself to Maggie’s librarian and what she would be delivering momentarily.
“Oh thank you! Thank you! We never really had much, but this is will be marvelous!” The librarian explained.
Katy and her own librarian brought in a palette of small black boxes that were labelled all sorts of things like clay, steel, ink, led, plaster, cloth, or any other source material you could think of. All of it was on the palette, wrapped in plastic ready to be dropped off. The three of them made their way to the back area of the library that had restricted access behind a curtain.
This time, because of their delivery, the librarian didn’t stop them from entering the forbidden area.
Maggie’s librarian continued to thank them, gushing over what she was going to do with all of it. “As you can see, we didn’t have much material to make anything for the museum and we’re already out, so we were left going pretty flat in all the needed places. But with this much we should be able to get Maggie up to a handful in a couple months! Not to mention all this other stuff! What do we do with it all?”
“That’s for you to decide.” Katy said.
Katy left, repeating the same process with the young man. Male librarians were always a bit different, things weren’t as organized and all he could say was, “I can’t wait for her to see how big I’m going to get!” Definitely a one track mind with the men on how they’re going to use material.
Katy asked, “How much more of the stuff do we have left?”
“You could do this every day for a couple months and we’d only be about halfway through.”
The library served a purpose behind storing memories and knowledge, it also served as the creation center for all the artwork in the museum. The curtain in the library separated what had happened with what might happen. Some people were blessed with more material, some were less fortunate. Sierra had been stealing from this back room with each and every student for years as they lay helplessly on the coach, when their librarians were not on guard. She used Meredith as a scapegoat for anyone who got too close to her operation.
The material could be used for anything, by anyone. Each librarian used the material differently, but had always consumed it by their early twenties. Older women, however, would look much younger if given a large enough dose of material. Katy theorized this from Meredith’s story and confirmed it with her own mother, who Katy restored to her former self, but still left her lust for herself because it was harmless and Katy loved to tease her mother when she caught her wearing one of her bras.
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