Emo Cola

Dennis grew up on 2000s angst. He wore all black, had cool bangs, and even tried guy-liner. But most of all, he listened to emo bands. My Chemical Romance, Green Day, Panic! At The Disco. So when he started dating Victoria, he thought he could get her into his music taste. Especially because it was so important to him

Victoria was a bit of a prude. She wasn't mean or anything. Just grew up without any reference to anti-establishment media. No sci fi movies, no skateboards or motorcycles, and definitely no emo music.

Dennis met Victoria at a local coffeeshop. She was about 5'3, small frame, and a plain looking face. Pretty but not doing much with makeup or her hair to highlight her features. She often wore a headband to hold her hair back. She was reading Animal Farm. Dennis went up and started chatting about the metaphor of the book, and soon they began enjoying each other's company. They started dating after that.

He showed Victoria plenty of new content. She liked Sci Fi well enough (she preferred The Chronicles of Narnia). She tried skateboarding but liked rollerblading more. But she could not get into the profane lyrics of his music. He tried everything. She was more of a Swiftie.

So, when it came time for Dennis's favorite music festival, Good Omens, to come to town, he hatched a plan. He bought tickets for Victoria and him to attend the festival and would coax her with girly pop only to get her to listen to alternative music how it was meant to be heard: live in person.

He surprised her in her apartment for her birthday.

"Concert tickets?" she asked.

"Yeah, it's this great collection of bands. They come to the area once a year with all different performers. I heard there were some really great pop groups this year, so I figured we could go together."

"Wow, yeah. I'd love to. Thank you, Dennis."

The day came around for them to go to the music festival. Dennis had thrown on his favorite band tee, black jeans, and a bandana on his forehead. When he drove over to Victoria's, he was a bit disappointed.

She was dressed in her usual khaki pants. She had on a loose cream colored blouse. And she was wearing sneakers and little makeup other than some foundation. Not the ideal outfit for a day out. And her short blonde hair was back with a headband.

"Is something the matter?" she asked.

"No, I'm sorry. I guess I just thought you'd want to wear something more outdoorsy."

"Well, I'm sorry I won't dress like a tramp. I'm not going to wear all black and get heat stroke or something. And I thought we were going to see my indie pop bands. Not your dark twisted music. Maybe it's best if I don't go."

"Wait, Vic."

"Please Dennis, I don't like nicknames."

"You're right. I didn't mean to assume. The fun thing about music festivals is we get to see a culmination of music. Performers for each individual music taste. We'll get some of each. I promise we'll find something you like."

"I should hope so. Thank you."

They set off in Dennis' van and headed to the festival.

Once they got to the front gate, they sported their wrist bands and went in. Most attendees were dressed in all black, leaving Victoria to stand out. She was uncomfortable through security with all eyes seeing her.

"I thought you said it was an indie pop concert?"

"I said I thought there would be some indie bands here. And there are."

"Then why is everyone dressed like you?"

"Not everyone is. Come on. There's an indie group performing on this hill."

The music festival was set up as four stages each on their own section of a park. Dennis and Victoria hiked up the mound as the sound of guitars grew louder in their ears. The band seemed indie enough. More indie punk but still indie enough to not set off Victoria. Right?

Dennis turned to Victoria. He gave a hollow smile and attempted to rouse her into excitement. The music was basically a culmination of their two genres. What's not to like?

Victoria tried to feign interest. She nodded her head. She hid her cringe when the guitarist shredded up the neck of his electric. But when the lyrics with anti government slang came up, she just couldn't handle it.

The day went on like that.

Dennis attempted to find as many calm and accessible bands that would befit Victoria, but her demeanor refused to accept the haughty language and violent outbursts of music. They stood next to each other, stiff as boards, with anxiety for what the other person that they so cared about thought of them.

'He thinks I'm a prude,' Victoria thought.

'She'll never like me if she doesn't understand me,' thought Dennis.

Soon, Dennis was out of Indie Rock bands for Victoria. All that was left was metal, alt rock, and punk bands to carry on the rest of the evening. With the sun setting, Dennis thought the whole day may have been a waste and even a judgement of them as a couple. He really liked Victoria despite her fragile demeanor. He just wished more than anything he could get her to loosen up.

Victoria wasn't happy about the situation either. She knew she had an issue. She'd dated enough jerks to know what men thought of her. But Dennis was nice. She liked his passion and theatrics, but she had been raised to be demure and unobtrusive. If she wasn't so overwhelmed by the intensity of him, they may have had a chance as a couple.

"I'm going to use the bathroom," Victoria said.

"Yeah, good idea. The next set starts in ten minutes. They're pretty intense, so I understand if you don't want to join. There are food stations by the restrooms. I'll buy dinner and set you up there."

She loved his attempts.

"Tell you what, I'm not too hungry. Would you grab me a soda? Something low carb, low fat."

"And fruity. I got you," he finished.

She went to the porta-potties with utter worry.

Dennis went over to the food stations. There were all sorts of ballpark type foods. Grease covered hot dogs and pretzels. And infinite alcohol tents. Slushies, mixed drinks, even straight shots. He was struggling to spot any sort of soda tent that didn't require waiting an hour for food until he spotted an odd one off to the side.

He approached this small red tent, the flaps were scraped and waving in the wind. The sign read 'Celestia's Wares and Watsits' and in smaller print 'one purchase per customer'. Only one person stood behind the counter. A young woman with bright red hair floating in the breeze. She wore a black dress that looked maybe Victorian? One thing rang true for Dennis, she was gorgeous. Full lips, a cute tight face, and blazing gold eyes.

"Enjoying the festival?" she asked.

"Yeah, I mean sure. It's a fun time. I come every year."

"Me too. I love the people here. Great customers."

Dennis felt off, a chill ran up his spine, but his curiosity pushed him forward.

"Do you sell soda?" he asked.

"Of course. For you?"

"No, my girlfriend. She's a little particular. Something healthy. But tasty."

"She sounds fun."

"She likes what she likes. She was kind of sheltered growing up. Not her fault. She's got a great spirit. Just funneled into a bit of a tough exterior. I can't seem to get enough of her, but as soon as I get her to open up, she gets intimidated and pushes me away."

He didn't know why he was saying all this. The shopkeeper just seemed easy to talk to. Shopkeeper? What was this? A game of dungeons and dragons?

"Well, she sounds stunning. May I make a recommendation?" she purred.

"Please."

The lady, one could think she may be Celestia, went to the back of the tent. Strangely enough, the tent seemed small, but she went farther than Dennis could see. She returned holding what looked like a Coke bottle but inside was a red liquid. It had a label that said 'EmoCola'.

"Is that a brand?"

"Not one that is easy to get. But I assure you, Victoria will adore it."

He hadn't remembered sharing Victoria's name.

"That looks fantastic. But I'm not sure I can convince her to try something she's never had before. Especially called EmoCola."

"Tell you what, take this free sample. Get her to try it. If she likes it, come back for more."

"Really?"

It sounded too good to be true. But with her hand outstretched with the bottle, Dennis couldn't help himself. He grabbed the bottle.

"Now, this is Victoria's soda. None for you. You're emo enough," she confirmed. "And remember, it won't do anything for her unless she wants it too."

"Oh alright. Thank you!" he responded, confused but not caring.

"Don't mention it. I'll be here when you need more."

Dennis left the booth hopeful. A new beverage? That could excite Victoria out of her stupor.

He walked over to the porta-potties and found Victoria waiting for him.

"That was disgusting. I didn't expect that sort of treatment at a festival."

His spirit dropped further.

"I'm sorry. We can leave if you want to."

Not wanting to hurt his feelings worse, Victoria changed the subject.

"What's that?"

She gestured to the soda.

"Your soda. I found this cool shop. Here. I've been told good things."

She took it gingerly from his hands and turned to the ingredients.

"I haven't heard of all of these. But they all look like roots. No sugar. No fat. All natural ingredients? And it's a soda? Wow, Dennis, you really came through."

"Yeah, I guess festival goers really like the all natural stuff," Dennis quipped.

She popped the lid. The liquid fizzled inside the bottle.

"It's very unique," she worried.

"You don't have to drink it. I understand. It was free anyway."

She could see the hurt in his eyes. She didn't want to disappoint him. New things were just scary. She looked at the liquid. One sip couldn't hurt. Right?

She raised the bottle to her lips. The drink tingled in her mouth. As the liquid sloshed down her throat, she felt a sense of lightness. Like her worries and defenses would be lessened somehow. She worried about getting drunk. But there was no alcohol listed on the bottle.

"So?" Dennis asked.

"It's delicious. Fruity. Just like I asked for."

She had the urge to hug him just then. A warmth that she never let affect her choices normally. But she did it anyway. She was short on his 5'11 frame. But she enjoyed the physical affection. Even in public.

She pulled away and felt her face flush.

Dennis felt a sense of awe. He must have done something right. Finally.

"I'm glad you like it. Here, we can take it to go."

"No," she blurted. "Sorry, I just don't want to go. There's so many other bands. I don't want you to miss out."

"Really? That's so thoughtful. Well then I'll get you set up at a table over here and..."

"No," she blurted again. What was her deal? "I'd like to join you. If that's okay. I haven't given the music a fair chance. Let me try again."

Dennis beamed. He felt elated at the idea of sharing something so important to him with someone he really liked.

They crossed the park to the next closest stage. A rock band was warming up the crowd with an opening number. It wasn't too packed, so the two of them decided to sit in the grass. They had a clear view of the stage and the mega fans who surrounded the band up front. The music had some blues inspiration that Dennis hoped would be enough to interest Victoria.

As Victoria sat down, she had another sip of her drink. The fizzy liquid cascaded down her throat. She was careful not to drink too much.

Dennis looked over at her appreciatively. He cute nose. He tight smile. Her blue eyes. They seemed to all pop a bit more than before. Her lips seemed brighter, as if covered in gloss. When she blinked, he noticed a layer of eye shadow that he could've sworn hadn't been there before. And her cheekbones and nose were highlighted. The makeup seemed to sprout from her face. But it seemed normal. Even when her eyelashes curled and darkened, he saw nothing out of the ordinary. Just his prudish girlfriend who loves makeup.

Victoria felt her face get heavier. As if an extra layer had grown out of it. She licked her lips. The soda tasted so good, she wanted more of her lips to lick it off of. As if on cue, her lips pushed against each other. They ballooned lightly, leaving the bottom one in a bit of a pout. She licked them and loved the fruity taste of her favorite lip gloss.

Even her unpierced ears felt heavier after a quick sting. Wait, unpierced? She got her ears pierced last year. Actually, she got her second piercings last year, she thought as a second duo of stings hit her ears. She'd had pierced ears since middle school. Studs decorated the bottom of her ears with the exception of a chain that ran from the bottom to the top and caused one final minor sting she barely felt.

She wasn't paying much attention to that feeling anyway. Instead, she was starting to get into the music. She'd still cringe at the crude language, but now the guitar felt more melodic, less shrill. The drums felt more drawing, less loud. And the singer had such moving vocals, less scratchy as she would have usually thought.

Dennis watched as she sipped her cola again. Where her headband started, her roots darkened. A wave of dark color washed across her hair turning it dirty blonde and even brown in some spots. Dennis closed his eyes and reopened them to find her hair still dark. As it always was. Cool dark hair that stood out from her safe style of clothing.

"Thank you for pushing me. I really have been missing out, Denny."

Denny? Had Victoria just used a nickname? No point questioning it now.

"Of course," he said while scooching closer to her on the grass.

While watching the band play, he put his arm around her. A gesture she normally wouldn't go for. Instead, she calmly sipped her drink. He felt the fabric of her corduroy pants shift. He looked down for a moment to see dark wash jeans replacing her usual khaki pants as a sort of haze trailed from her hips to her ankles. It finished at her shoes which darkened into navy high tops.

His shock eased into calm as he remembered Victoria gaining interest in style when they met. Still relatively safe but not as uptight. She'd even bought a few pairs of ripped jeans to try out showing some skin. And she was wearing one of those pairs today. To a music festival. She was so brave. Even her top was more casual than she preferred. A soft and even kind of tight blue pullover that highlighted her small frame.

As she gulped down the main section of the drink, he watched her nails elongate. The usual lack of polish was covered by a light blue. She had been testing nail polishes recently. Maybe she surprised him. And the big bow on her head was a nice touch. It practically popped into place.

"I'm almost out," she said gesturing to the bottle. "Maybe I could have another one?"

"Absolutely, here this set is almost over. Why don't you meet me by the next stage? I'll stop by that booth again."

"You're the best. Thank you, Denny. I love spending time with you," she cooed.

He practically leaped with joy. Victoria was expressing her feelings. In public! He raced off to find the booth.

"Back so soon?" Celestia questioned.

"Yeah, finished the first one. She loved it. I'm gonna need a whole case."

"Slow your role, kid. This stuff is potent. Too much will do unexplainable things."

"I thought you said it's not alcoholic?"

"It's not. It's... never mind. Here, I'll sell you one more. It'll be a fun time. But after that, you're cut off. Got it?"

"Yes, of course." Dennis was willing to do anything to go the extra mile for Victoria.

He paid for the soda and went on his way.

"He'll be back. They just don't know when to quit."

Dennis went past the crowd moving towards the next concert. The sun was starting to set so the stage was sure to be crowded. He weaseled his way to a vantage point and looked off for Victoria. He couldn't see her. No short brown haired beauty in jeans and a long sleeve shirt.

There was someone staring at him thought. No, waving at him. About a hundred yards out, there was this girl. She wasn't as short as Victoria. At least a few inches taller. And wearing black jeans with holes from her lower thigh to her upper calf. She has a similar shirt to Victoria but it was cropped, showing off a bellybutton piercing. And her hair was much longer than Victoria's, going halfway down her back. Plus it was black. But this girl was waving. Gesturing for him to come over.

Victoria saw Dennis before he saw her. Normally she would've shrunk into the crowd, but she felt a sense of self confidence today. She'd worn her favorite risqué outfit that showed some extra skin, but she didn't care. Denny was worth it. She felt overjoyed to see her man return successfully. She waved him over.

He waded through the crowd until he reached her.

"What took you so long? I finished my other drink ages ago. It was so yummy."

"Victoria?"

"No, dumbass, Vicky. I got bored of you calling me Victoria ages ago, remember?"

He did remember. Kind of. She really was getting into the spirit of self examination and experimentation. And he loved it.

"Yeah, Vicky. I was just kidding."

"You're such a joker. Is that mine?"

She grabbed the drink from his hand and popped it open. It sizzled in front of her green eyes.

"Yeah, just enjoy it while it lasts. The lady I bought it from has a limit per customer apparently."

"That stinks. Cause these are really good. Do you want some?"

She made it look so good. But no, it was her drink to enjoy. He felt that was true.

"All you, Vicky."

She beamed. As the next band started up, they turned to the stage.

Victoria was not as slow to sip the drink this time. She dove right in with a big gulp. The liquid starting working fast.

She felt the warmth trickle down her throat but stop before hitting her stomach. In her life, Victoria never understood the whole fad with big boobs. They were a nuisance. All these women who wanted big boobs wouldn't be able to move around much less gain respect because of their chest fat. But suddenly, with the alternative music living in her ears and the fruity liquid in her chest, she didn't feel as hateful. In fact, a part of her yearned for more chest.

Dennis looked over at Victoria when he heard the tearing. Her face seemed fine. Her long black hair swayed as she did. He looked down at her chest. There, underneath the soft fabric of her shirt, two mounds were pressing out. They seemed to ease out with the melody of the guitar. As Victoria moved with the music, so did her breasts. They pushed against her top once, then twice, then a third time, solidifying small C cup breasts.

Victoria felt the warmth. She closed her eyes and felt the heat of the guitar warm her ears. And her chest apparently. She'd liked having solid breasts, enough to fit in a hand, but she was always open to slightly bigger.

She instinctually took another sip.

Dennis's eyes were glued to her body. Where her shirt cut off by her abdomen, he watched the stalky build of his girlfriend tighten. The skin seemed to bubble and shift inward, pulling itself into a tight core. That excess weight seemed to be pushed down by some invisible force as it dropped into her hips.

Victoria's lower body felt really good. She'd never been one for self pleasure, but she reddened at the urge to do so now. Her innards were especially warm. She felt her butt ripple and expand into her jeans, filling up more and more space until they were packed tight. She felt the same from her thighs as the warmth spread down her hips. Her thighs thickened twice over until they could be seen pushing out from the tears in her jeans.

Her eyes popped open. She looked to Dennis. He seemed shocked at her transformation.

"What's happening to me?" she fretted.

"Maybe it's the drink, I don't know," he responded.

She giggled. "Of course it's the drink."

She gulped back another mouthful.

Dennis calmed. 'Vicky's so cute. I love when she likes things I buy her. Like those jean shorts.' The middle of her jeans melted away and formed tight black jean shorts that left her thighs room to breath. 'And that band t-shirt I got her at our last concert.' Her comfort top melted from her bicep to her shoulders, leaving her in a cropped black band tee. The end of her sleeves melted into fingerless gloves and the bottom of her jeans into black socks coming out of her high tops.

With a sigh, Victoria's breasts pressed against the band tee, and it split at the collar. The top of her breasts bounced into place in a black sports bra sitting where the shirt had split at the top.

"Ugh, I feel so free. Let's dance!"

Victoria grabbed Dennis by the hands and danced around with him, ignorant of all the onlookers. She had never enjoyed herself this much. With her breasts and butt bouncing to the beat, she felt at peace and wild at the same time.

She tossed her free hair back and let it fly around her like a cocoon of black. Dennis loved staring at her. She was gorgeous. And so alive.

"Let me get on your shoulders!" she said.

Dennis got down on one knee. He was pretty strong and could easily help her lift one of her thick thighs over his head and onto his shoulder.

"Ready?" he asked.

She nodded her head with excitement. He stood up, giving Victoria an awesome view of the stage. She was thrilled to be up above the crowd, taking in the whole sight. Plus she loved distracting Dennis with her thighs. She'd have to remember this position for later.

Dennis didn't mind. He couldn't hear the music as well, but the feeling on her ass spilling out of her jeans and touching the back on his neck felt so safe and warm. It gave him an embarrassing boner. But he loved nothing more than seeing her smile, especially while getting a great view of her underboob from her t-shirt.

While up on Dennis, she took a swig of her soda. If she was self conscious of any other part of her body, that would end now. She would feel alive and strong.

First came her face. Any acne or blemishes shrunk and disappeared. Her skin got clearer and a bit paler. Her nose shrunk a bit to be perfectly cute all the while her eyes grew slightly. Her lashes curled back and her unique deep blue eyes were only highlighted by a layer of dark black eyeshadow. Her lips puffed against each other again, this time coated in black lipstick.

When Dennis put her down, she continued drinking. If she hadn't been sure she wanted big breasts before, she was now. Her chest surged. So much so that she fell to her knees. It pulled as if by some invisible force. Her breasts grew one size. They bubbled and expanded, filling her bra. Her shirt changed to keep up. The tee shirt shrunk further into a tank top that left her abs completely visible and her cleavage on display. The straps shrunk until her shoulders were practically uncovered. Her breasts gave one more heave that pulled her whole body forward until they were the size of small watermelons.

Dennis saw Victoria collapse. He dropped down to catch her but all he caught was a handful of boob. He saw her push her chest forward as her back arched heavily. Her breasts sat supported by a lace push up bra that left nothing to the imagination.

"What's going on, baby?" he asked, using her pet nickname.

"Fuuuuuuuuck." was all she could muster.

She wanted to yell out that something was wrong. That she knew the drink was changing her. But it felt so good. Like her inner self that was always itching to get out was finally released. And her shame that was pushed onto her melted away. She wanted more. She needed more.

The pressure returned to her ass. She had been small, even dainty, but her butt was filling with fat. Layer after layer.

Dennis watched his girlfriend fall forward onto her hands. She was panting. He had a view of her butt swelling. Fat pulsed and pushed out from under her shorts. Her thighs thickened alongside her cheeks. He was so distracted, he didn't notice her shorts forming together and changing into cloth. All at once, her shorts became a flair skirt which allowed her hips and butt to fly free from their containment. They wrenched out and jiggled free as she gave a moan of freedom.

Her skirt settled onto her plump rear. It failed to successfully cover the bottom where he could see her black lace panties sticking out. She moved slowly back and sat between her thick legs. As she did, her eyes lightly rolled back in pleasure.

Now looking at her, Dennis saw his punk rock girlfriend. Big boots on her feet that followed tall black and white striped socks up her calves to her knees. Her thighs were bigger than his hand and led right into her wide lower body that rested against the cool grass. Her short skirt came to rest just under her navel where her piercing was. Up her chest sat her triple D cup breasts that pressed so heavily against each other in their tight tank top and undersized bra. They were practically leaping out of her top with every heave. Her face was made up for a rock concert with all of its black makeup furnished perfectly. And not to mention all of this brought together by the waves of deep black locks that ran to the middle of her back.

"Baby, are you okay?" he asked quietly.

Victoria turned to him slowly. Her eyes stared at him hungrily.

"Better than ever."

She grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into her embrace. Her lips felt like warm pillows against his. They surrounded him. Filled him with lightning.

Then she hugged him close. He felt her breasts tight against his torso and her thighs up against his ribs.

She whispered in his ear. "I love you, babe. I love being me with you."

He felt his dick rise with each touch.

She released him finally. She looked into him with soft eyes full of adoration.

"Oh no," Dennis said, "I think in our fun we spilled your drink."

Victoria looked down. Next to her juicy thighs was the empty bottle. It didn't look to be spilling, but she definitely hadn't drank the whole thing that fast. Had she? It didn't matter, she wanted more anyway.

"Let's go get more," she asserted.

"I don't know, the lady said that was all we should have."

"Aw but baby, I like really want more. Pleeeeease, baby. I'll like make it worth your while."

She'd never felt like she needed to ask permission for stuff before, but she enjoyed it. Especially if it meant making Dennis feel awkward. He was so easily embarrassed, and she loved it.

"No harm in trying."

They stood up. When they did, Victoria went to hug him again. He could've sworn she had only ever come up to his chest, but now they were the same height. Her breasts nearly knocked the air out of him. It was probably just her boots, she loved them tall.

When she jumped back, she bounced in excitement. He butt jiggled under her skirt, and her boobs nearly jostled free of her tank top as the fat moved with her bounce.

"So easily distracted. Come on, silly."

She grabbed him by the hand and dragged him back through the crowd with more people staring at them.

They made their way away from the epic tune of the current bands finale. The sun had set, and it was harder to get around. Park lights had gone up to create a spooky and exciting vibe. They passed the porta potties.

"You know, we could always take a quick break before seeing the next band, somewhere a bit private," she said.

"Aren't they gross?"

"You're so sensitive. It's so cute. You're right though, maybe next time."

He led her to the spot where Celestia's booth had been. The grass was empty.

"The booth was right here. I swear. I don't know where it's gone."

"She must have packed up early. That stinks. I really was hoping for one more soda. You know, to make sure the night ends as great as possible," she teased.

There was a pop of air. Dennis could barely see, but he thought he heard glass roll on the ground. He stepped and kicked a bottle. He picked it up and found an Emo Cola wrapped in a note.

Dennis,It seems like things are going well. Although, you probably don't remember them any different. I try to sell to my customers in small amounts for the sanctity of the magic, but I can see how happy you both are, so I figure what the hell. Enjoy! Life is short but can feel all the longer by someone special. Who am I to halt that?So here's your final bottle. Be warned, once she drinks it there's no going back. It's easy to get carried away ;)Signed, Celestia.Celestia's Wares and Whatsits

He didn't completely get the note. But what he did understand was wanting to do anything for his someone special. Victoria. He loved her in all her glory. She was beautiful, yes, and even crazy sexy, but what made her special was how great she was. Her heart and how she'd never been one to hide who she was behind any sort of facade. He would give her everything. Starting with her favorite drink.

"Here, babe, there's one more."

He handed her the bottle.

"No way! Thank you, thank you, I love you so much!" She wrapped him in a hug. "When does the last band start?"

"About fifteen minutes," he responded.

"Perfect," she said as she popped the lid. She was sure to keep it safe so as to not spill.

She tilted the drink back. That fizzy warm electric taste filled her buds again. This time stronger still, as if activating every cell in her body.

Her lips grew still and wrapped themselves around the bottle, growing around it. She stopped drinking for a moment as her cortisol jumped. She capped the bottle and looking longingly at Dennis. She grabbed him by the arm and dragged him to the porta potty.

The porta potties weren't meant for two people, but there was enough room for them both. She pushed Dennis in and slammed the door.

"What're you doing?" he asked nervously but excited.

She didn't have time to respond. Her body groaned. Or maybe she did. Her moans became ravenous and steady. They timed to the warm up of the final band in the distance. Heavy metal music fueled her desire.

Her top shrunk further. The straps disappeared as the cloth became leather forming a line of fabric that was barely a tube top. Her breasts were fighting the fabric. Spilling with fat over the top of the leather.

She stared hungrily at Dennis's jeans. She tore into his pants, ripping them down and off his legs. His dick flew free from under his underwear. Dennis had never felt nervous about sex with Victoria even with his oversized dick. He knew she could take it and even liked it.

She wrapped her pillowy lips around him. She took it over and over again. The image Dennis saw when he looked down from his place standing against the wall was his gorgeous girlfriend with her lips as thick as his dick taking his whole member into her mouth while her breasts grew so quickly and fat that they pushed out over her tube top and were now bigger than footballs that were swinging back and forth on her chest.

Victoria stopped and looked down at her emerging bussom.

"More," she moaned.

Her breasts lurched again, round and pert but bigger than her head. She pressed them against her chest and moaned. She brought them higher and pressed them together on Dennis's dick. She put her lips back on the end and forced him to thrust into her again and again.

Dennis could barely hold it. He had trouble with a girlfriend as hot and sexual as Victoria.

"I'm gonna come," he moaned.

Victoria loved this part. She dropped her heavy boobs and grabbed his dick with her long black nails. She sucked every last drop out of him. Infinite pleasure rang in Dennis's brain overpowering him. She sucked and swallowed every drop.

"Is that all," she said at last.

"You know how to finish me," he retorted.

"You sure this babe can't get you to go one more round?"

"I don't know, I think that was everything."

Victoria looked a bit sad about that, but she took a sip of her favorite drink to revive and sighed. Then her stomach gurgled. She placed the drink down and moaned again. Heavier, deeper, harder. When she stopped, she looked up at Dennis, her incredible purple eyes giving him intense lust.

'Why only go one round? Victoria loves when I rally. I guess there's no harm in one more round. And she's good at getting me hard.'

"Give it to me, daddy, please, pleeeeeease," she bellowed.

She turned around on the toilet seat. Her cloth skirt was curving in, digging in to her enveloping booty. The fabric joined her top and became leather that hugged the ever-growing flesh more and more. Her hips jolted outward, doubling the size of the already tight miniskirt.

"Give it to me, now! Please, daddy!" She was moaning a guttural moan now. Out of control and shaking as fat filled her never-ending ass.

Dennis knew what to do. After all he'd done this many times before. Victoria didn't mind where, she just felt good when they did it. Public bathrooms, in the car, everywhere in their shared apartment.

He grabbed her hips. Her lace thong was swallowed by the amount of cushion expanding from her rear. He tore it off. She'd be fine going commando for one night. He positioned himself behind her engorged vagina which was tight with anticipation, oozing out liquid with aplomb.

He grabbed her harder and thrusted deep into her pussy. She moaned harder now. Mixtures of pleas and expletives escaped her round lips. His dick pushed her open, fitting tightly but still perfectly. She screamed with delight. Her round lower felt like heaven against his abs. Bouncing over and over again against him, nearly swallowing him up in her couch cushion sized backside. They were soft and warm, the pleasure nearly overtook him.

"I'm gonna come again!" he yelled.

"Not yet," she moaned. Her pussy tightened on his dick so as to keep him from coming. He thrusted again and again, the pressure building behind him.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck," she screamed, as she burst with cum. She released herself in the greatest climax she had ever had. At the same moment, Dennis came. His seed blasted her insides while she exploded in sensitivity. She stuck her tongue out and went numb.

At that moment, Dennis was overcome and he and Victoria sat in one motion. He went to the ground and she landed on his dick reverse cowgirl with her butt swallowing his thighs. She sat back against him, leaving him to grab her enormous breasts with both arms and still barely wrap around them. They sat in silence and pleasure for a moment, just enjoying the moment and each other's warmth.

Dennis left the porta potty first. Victoria had wanted to "freshen up". He sat in the grass, listening to the final band, one of his favorites, rock the stage nearby. After a moment, a person sat down next to him.

He turned and found Celestia but instead of her medieval garb, she had on jeans and a t-shirt that read, Celestia's Wares and Whatsits: your wish is our profit. She gave him a friendly smile.

"Seems like the evening is going well."

"Yeah, I mean, thank you. I think a fun drink put her in a good mood," he said.

Celestia waved a hand. Suddenly, memory flooded back into Dennis. Memory of a different Victoria. One who wore bland outfits to not stand out. And was altogether indifferent to music other than Beethoven.

"The drink?"

"Yes," Celestia responded.

"I didn't ask to change her."

"You kind of did. Besides, it wouldn't have worked on her if she hadn't wanted it too. Magic cannot be forced."

"Really? What about genies and all that stuff?" he questioned.

"Genie's give you what you want. Well, they twists what you want to give you what you need. A lesson, I guess. Either way, now you have a choice."

"I do?"

"The magic won't work on her unless she wants it to. But it doesn't care what you want. So tell me, is this what you want? You won't remember it any other way."

"Yes, more than anything. But I'm worried she'll be too much after that third bottle. And I'm worried I won't be enough for her."

"Tell you what, the third bottle will change her, but tomorrow you'll both wake up just as she was after the second. And as far as I see, she only has eyes for you."

"And I won't remember her any other way?" he asked.

"Nope. I hope you both enjoy." Celestia winked and vanished.

Strange. Dennis thought he was sitting with someone. But no, he was sitting alone waiting for his beyond sexy girlfriend to come out from the toilet. And she did.

Victoria was not your average girlfriend. First of all, she was 6 foot 4 inches. On top of that, she usually wore tight boots with an extra few inches of heel. Her thighs squished together and when she walked, her hips bobbed from side to side. Her butt stood out like a shelf in her stretchy leather skirt. It nearly bounced right out. Her waist was slim and lean which only emphasized her chest. Two F cup breasts, each the size of a beach ball, stood two feet out from her chest. They were barely wrapped in a leather tube top that kept them afloat but underboob was visible for any shorter onlooker, which was most of them. She wore a choker with spikes to go along with her fingerless gloves and many studs on both ears. Her makeup was perfect, black lipstick on her round lips, pale cute features, and intense purple eyes surrounded by dark blues and blacks on her lashes, eyelids, and eyebrows. Best of all was the blanket of deep black hair that cascaded down beyond her thighs, giving her a permanent cape that flowed behind her.

She strutted up to Dennis and encompassed him in a hug that placed his head between her enormous mounds. She leaned down and kissed him on the cheek.

She whispered, "that was the best sex of my life. You're so hot."

She grabbed the gaping man by the hand and dragged him through the crowd. He looked back into the open door of the porta potty and saw an empty bottle sitting at the top of the trash.

They approached the final concert. The music was already in full swing, and the crowd was packed. Yet somehow, every person cleared the way for the 6'4 emo woman and her boyfriend. They made it to the front where the stage is and got the perfect view of the band shredding into the closing number.

"I love this song!" she yelled.

"Me too," Dennis said looking up at the beauty that was his.

She was dancing as if no one in the world mattered. He breasts bounced high and low, against her body. Her cheeks slapped to the beat. She grabbed Dennis and pulled him close, swinging him around against her warmth.

Victoria had never felt so secure with herself. She was full of life. And the music filled her. It was her favorite music after all. But she wouldn't have loved it nearly this much without Dennis. He was so incredible. Sharing something so personal with her. She really did love the music, but she loved it because it was his music. She only hoped she'd get to listen to it with him forever. Thinking about Dennis and forever made her excited, a little overexcited.

"Thank you for showing me this music. It's incredible."

"You're incredible," he returned.

They danced the night away. Even the encore, they stayed right where they were, taking in the intense and beautiful music from right at the front. If anyone felt bad about their view being blocked by a super tall emo chic, no one said anything.

When they got home, Victoria couldn't hold back anymore. She dragged Dennis inside. She didn't give him time to get comfortable, she knew he didn't mind. He found her sexy, and she loved that. She placed him into their bed and mounted him. She wasn't really sure if he came. He probably did a few times, but she had no trouble getting him hard again. She was just that hot.

After going at it for an hour, the two collapsed. She undressed for sleep (she always slept naked, it was better for being close to Dennis. She took up enough of the full size bed anyway, might as well be close.) and cuddled up next to her man. Gosh, she loved him. He made her feel so good.

When Dennis woke up the next morning, he had a bit of a headache. He didn't really know what was going on. The concert had been wild. But just how wild?

He put on sweatpants and went into the kitchen to find his stunning girlfriend waiting for him.

Victoria was 5'10, had sweeping black hair, and an incredible body. DD Cup breasts, a big butt, and thighs that Dennis loved wrapped around him. But more importantly, she was a free soul. She loved what she loved. And she wasn't afraid to say it. Especially when what she loved was Dennis. He was so lucky. She took a massive interest in what he loved but also had her own passions and was working hard at them. At the moment, she was making pancakes in a lace thong and an oversized tee shirt that had his favorite band on it. Even oversized, it still barely fit her chest.

He went over and wrapped her in a hug.

"Good morning, sexy," she cooed.

"It's perfect," he replied.

"Food's almost ready. I have some work to get done, but before then I say we fuel up and get to work on each other." She winked and kissed him deeply.

Oh yeah, this was a great life.