Butch x Bimbo - Episodic story

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She smiled:
"Maybe I can gently nudge my fans into the right direction ... I've been showing them some workouts lately and they liked what they saw. So, maybe someday ..."
As Neecol walked towards the sea, letting the water splash against her legs, she added:
"Maybe some more exposure would help them. Would you be on my show?"
Tonya walked out with her, reaching up and placing her hands behind her head. "What exactly would that entail?"
"Oh, nothing much ... Just me interviewing you, maybe doing your makeup, talking about skin care for muscle people ... Things like that. It's not like we're going to do a sex tape ..."
There was a hint of a grin.
Tonya returned the grin. "Yeah. I like the sound of that. You weren't the only person to reach out to me before that game premier thing, and I've been thinking a lot since then about how great it would be if everyone felt comfortable seeing what their body can really do. It would be nice to kinda ... spread a good message, you know?"
"Definitely."
The waves got a little stronger and she intuitively grabbed for Tonya's hand.
She let her hold it, but turned to look at her. "Maybe we should head back up. Other people will probably be showing up soon."
She nodded.
"It'll be better that way."
They walked back together, she slipped the dress back on, then they came back inside and washed their feet. No one was there.
Tonya sighed quietly. "Would you mind if I had another drink?"
"No problem. What should I get you?"
"Whatever's handy. Another glass of that champagne would be nice."
Neecol drifted over to the bar, poured her another one and took one for herself.
She handed it to her guest and grinned:
"Chin-chin!"
She smiled, not quite getting the turn of phrase, but raised the glass as if making a toast regardless. "Thanks, hun."
Neecol clinked it with her and added:
"To us working together and making musclewomen a normal thing."
"Hell yeah." The musclewoman took a long sip and sat back happily in a chair. "This'll be great. I've got some great before and after pics we can show off. I'll get Kimmy to take some sexy shots of me that aren't *too* dirty. Maybe even show her off too, she's another great success story."
"Do you have those pictures here? I'd love to see them ..."
"Oh hell yeah!" She pulled out her phone, quickly firing a text to Kimmy checking in, then pulling up a folder where she stored the same photos she'd shown the girl months ago, featuring Tonya's transition from skinny 18-year-old to who she was now. Showing them off made her realize they were something to be proud of. She'd added a couple more recent shots as well, showing off her continued growth over the past year.

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"Yep. There's the old me. What do you think?"
"You look incredible. I love the transformation ... It's still you but ... so much more. And you can really see the confidence."
Tonya noticed the message wasn't getting out.
Neecol suddenly said:
"You know what, I have a morphing app on my phone. It's a little crude but ... How about we try it on me? Just to see how big I'd get?"
Tonya quickly tapped the prompt to resend the text, not thinking too much of it.
"Oh, hell yeah! Let's do it! Really see what you've got in you!"
Her host picked up the phone and said:
"Okay, take a picture of me ..."
She went through a few poses, some of them bodybuilder style, some more conventional. Also, she was always looking as seductively as possible.
Tonya was too caught up in the moment to worry about whether she was coming in to her. She dutifully took as good shots as her amateur camera skills would allow. "Yeah, work it! Show them all who's in charge!"
Neecol hit a double-biceps pose, then asked:
"Is it okay if I take off the dress again? The app'll probably work better."
"Can't hurt anything. Let me get a good look at you!"
She removed the dress and posed again, this time hitting her abs hard. Then, once the pictures were done, she fired up the big TV and said:
"Okay, let's stream this so we can take a good look ..."
She sat on the sofa in front of it and patted the leather next to her.
"Yeah, babe!" Tonya quickly poured herself another glass of champagne before flopping down on the couch. "Go ahead, show me how it works. Turn yourself into Super Neecol!"
She tapped the screen and a double-biceps pose appeared on the TV. Then Tonya could watch as her arms filled out with muscle, her shoulders got wider and her lats grew into view. The app glitched a bit on her abs, which turned into a twelve-pack somehow, but she grinned.
She quickly reached light bodybuilder level. Then she smiled at Tonya and asked:
"More?"
"Ooh, you're looking good! Make it as big as you want, girlfriend! Bigger is better!"
Tonya downed half her drink quickly and grinned, looking at Neecol's transformation from model into full-on bodybuilder. She was loving this vision of the possible future her.
Neecol worked some sliders and the muscles grew and grew, going to midweight and then heavyweight. The woman on the picture was still her, but it was also a gargantuan amazon with 18" arms and massive shoulders.
"More?"
"Jesus, you think you can fit more on there? Er, I guess the more important question is do *you* want bigger? If you left it all up to me, well ... heh. "
"We'll do it together ..."
She held the phone between them, they both put a finger on the slider, and up it went.

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The Neecol on the screen literally exploded with muscle, her traps rising to assault her ears, her shoulders spreading as wide as a door and her arms becoming as thick as her legs. The software added some fake definition to it all.
This Neecol was a 400-pound monster, completely packed with muscle.
"Fuck yes!" Tonya screamed gleefully at the amazon goddess in front of her. "That right there is what every woman should want! Blow every expectation away! Redefine what it means to be fucking huge!"
Neecol nodded:
"Yeah! I love it! Imagine us both walking down the street together, people staring at us in disgust with our big, muscle-packed bodies ... So heavy, but so strong ..."
"You are speaking my language!" Tonya shot the rest of her champagne quickly, lounging back in the chair. "No better feeling in the world than being strong. If I had a fuckin' magic lamp, I'd make sure I never quiet growing."
Looking back up at the TV, a grin crept across her face. "You know you'd think after all this time on the internet I'd have seen myself morphed at least once? But I never have! Can you take a few shots of me?"
The model nodded eagerly.
"Just pose for me!"
She held up the phone, ready to take Tonya's pictures.
The musclewoman stood up and began a full bodybuilding posing routine, not bothering with any traditionally sexy poses at all. The only goal she had was to put her raw power on display. Bicep flexes, side chest, abs and thighs, she went through every classic pose she could think of, teeth gritted and reveling in the strength she portrayed.
The phone took a stream of pictures. She can sense that Neecol loved this.
Then she returned to the sofa and handed Tonya the phone:
"Have fun!"
There were sliders for most individual muscle groups and one for the face. Apparently, this was an app made to make men look more muscular.
Grinning widely, Tonya singled out a back shot that put nearly every part of her on display. She slid the dials and up and up, watching enraptured as the program piled more and more beef onto her frame. She didn't stop until her image matched the one they had crafted for Neecol. A freakish hulk that demolished any existing world records. For kicks, she used the face slider to emphasize her jaw more, as if to play up the cartoonish nature of her new body. She tweaked the groups bit by bit. Biceps slightly taller, waist pinched in, bring the traps out a bit more. Eventually she looked up, seemingly satisfied with the vision of strength she'd created smiling back at her from the screen. Her biceps cresting near her wrists, her shoulders blocking part of her face, and an hourglass core that would make the jaw of any porn star drop.

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"What do you think?"
"This is ... incredibly hot ..."
Neecol was breathing very deeply now to keep in control.
Tonya couldn't deny anymore that this was turning her on too. Imagining herself with that kind of size and strength was lighting a fire in her like nothing else.
She willed herself to say "We should stop," but her thumb found its way to the controls again, slowly adding just a little more mass at a time to the imaginary her. They really should stop, but she couldn't make herself do it.
Neecol was very close to her now, just staring at the screen, wondering what the bodybuilder was going to do next ...
Tonya placed her hand on Neecol's thigh and gripped it firmly. With her other hand, she grabbed her phone and looked for a text back, desperate for some kind of distraction. She just kept breathing faster. She was not going to last much longer at this rate, and the voice in the back of her head knew it.
The phone was as silent as before. There was no reception.
"Fucks sake," She muttered. Her hormones were too much to deny. She grabbed her host by the shoulders and looked at her with desperation. "I need it," she said, her voice quivering.
Neecol nodded and put her hands on her guest's waist.
"That's perfect."
"Don't talk. Just fucking take me." Tonya pushed her back onto the couch and practically tore her dress off, exposing her shoulders and pecs.
Neecol lifted her leg and wrapped it around hers so they could scissor. Then she held tightly onto her, feeling that ring rub against her own wet pussy.
She touched Tonya's muscles, caressed them, squeezed them, followed every line and crevice and rubbed herself against her at the same time, breathing lightly, then harder next to her.
Tonya clamped her legs against her. Gripping the couch tightly, she forced her sex against hers, desperate for any kind of sensation and release. She moaned and grunted like an animal in heat as she felt her hands exploring and worshipping her body, touching her in all the right ways. The musclewoman's hips bucked like an industrial machine, forcing their slick pussies to slide against each other over and over and over.
This was exactly what she craved and Tonya could see the hint of satisfaction for a second before she lost herself in her guest's body again.
She slowly slid from the sofa, pulling her along and burying herself under that massive body. She spread her arms and legs and sighed ...
"Please ..."

[Wookey]

Ah infidelity..... the grass is greener on the other side disease. 

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Tonya could hardly keep herself from simply grinding against her desperately. She felt her engorged clit rubbing against any kind of ridge or bump she could find as she panted like she was about to pass out.
"Yes, yes, yes," Tonya whispered breathlessly. It was all her mind could put together.
Tonya felt Neecol's hands reach for her ass and knead it hard, reveling in her muscle ...
"More ..."
Tonya wrapped herself around Neecol, her nails digging into her back as her clit rubbed furiously into her sex. She panted and gasped as she could feel the fog of an impending orgasm clouding her mind.
"Yeah, fucking take it", she moaned into the bustier woman's ear, her voice low and raspy.
Neecol tightened herself, gasping for air as Tonya fucked her hard.
"Yes ... yes ... yes! Oh ... oh yes!"
Her fingers dug deep into Tonya's ass and she just let her ride it out.
Tonya inhaled deeply before letting out what was going to be a scream but came out as a barely audible gurgle. She was on the very edge and it was starting to drive her crazy.
"I can't fucking take it!" She lifted herself up and sat herself on Neecol's exposed face, letting her full weight mash her into the floor. She ground herself desperately against the other woman's mouth and jerked her swollen clit until she finally screamed in release.
Neecol just couldn't believe what was happening, but worked the bodybuilder's clit out of sheer panic.
As she came, Neecol licked up her juices eagerly. Then, as the big woman stopped, she struggled to get her off.
She tapped the floor next to her, trying to get the musclewoman's attention.
It took her a moment to recover and realize she still had her host pinned.
"Fuck", she muttered before shifting her weight off her and rolling onto the floor next to her. "Sorry."
Neecol was completely confused and exhausted and just looked both happy and terrified.
Then she mumbled:
"What the hell ... That was ... I don't know ... Both great and terrifying. Wow ..."
"Yeah ... I guess I ... kinda lost control there", she said with an awkward laugh. "Roid rage will do that to ya sometimes. Uh ... you okay?"
"I think so ... Yeah."
She sat up, her face sore.
"Is it always like this? I think I could get used to this."
Neecol got up, then asked:
"Want a drink? I'm going to need one."
"Yeah, it gets intense more often than not. Just the other day, K-..." Tonya broke off as reality started coming back to her. A flurry of thoughts and emotions quickly ran through her head as she reached for the strap of her dress.

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"Yeah, I ... I could really use a drink."
Neecol poured her the remains of the champagne and plunked herself down on the sofa.
"We should definitely do a sex tape once in a while. That would break the internet. For good."
Tonya quickly shot back the champagne, not sure how to process all of this still. Of course, Kimmy was special to her, but ... this felt great. She was starting to miss having a little freedom, being with anyone she wanted, especially someone who appreciated her body as much as Neecol did. And that wasn't even approaching how important she was to her newborn training business ...
Of course, these thoughts were only half formed in her tipsy mind. She was silent for a moment, sitting on the floor. She put her hand to her head as the hormones start clearing from my head. "Oh God, this was a bad idea", she muttered.
Neecol just shrugged and said:
"Nothing good ever started with a good idea."
Then she reached for Tonya's thick back and caressed her huge muscles.
"Oh God, I can't get enough of these ..."
Tonya inhaled a bit and bit her lip at her praise and her touch. It did feel awful right, having the model with her like this.
"Yeah? Tell me more."
Neecol got down on the floor again after emptying her glass, and started to explore Tonya's back, following every valley and climbing every summit. She investigated all the little groves and striations, then up to her neck, climbing her traps.
She let out a soft whistle.
"This is so incredible."
Tonya shifted and subtly tensed her back, giving her admirer plenty of surface to explore. "Heh. After my arms I think my back is my favorite part to work." She leaned forward a bit, stretching out the topographic map that was her back, causing the peaks to rise just a bit higher over the valleys.
"What do you think? Swole enough for ya?"
Neecol grinned, Tonya could almost feel it.
"Nah ... Never swole enough for me ... If I could, I'd pay you to get bigger for me ..."
Neecol ran her long fingers over her back now, under the fabric of her dress, down to the Christmas tree that grew out of Tonya's lower back. She explored all of this with devotion and curiosity and whispered:
"It's so beautiful."

[Super_squirrel]

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Tonya's heart skipped a beat as she heard Neecol's musings. She really did like this that much, didn't she? And as great as she was, it would be great to not have to be tied down to Kimmy anymore ...
Feeling Neecol's hands run across her and hearing the absolute awe in her voice was almost enough to get her wet on the spot again.
Tonya reached her arms back and fondled Neecol's thick thighs. "Do you mean that?" she asked. "About paying me to get bigger?"
"Sure! I don't have too much money, even though I live a sweet life, but I'm willing to make sacrifices."
She got closer now and kissed her back gently.
Neecol followed the crests of the muscle mountains and went deeper first, then changed directions and approached Tonya's traps.
Instinctively, she flared herself out as she reached around her. She could feel the model's fingers spread apart as her lats swelled under them. Just another reminder of how huge Tonya was compared to her.
She stood back up as the other woman continued to kiss her back and run her hands over her. "I'm warning you, I don't hold back with anything. I don't just want to get big, I want to redefine huge. You understand me."
Neecol nodded eagerly:
"That would be a dream. If you're willing to go all the way ... Like on that app ... but bigger."
Her eyes lit up as she imagined Tonya being this enormous.
The bodybuilder bit her lip as the mental image entered her head. Her, with easily double the mass of the biggest bodybuilders. Triple even.
This is what she'd been missing. Someone with vision. Hunger. Someone who knew what she wanted rather than being dragged along.
"That's a good start. But once I'm that big I'm only gonna want to get bigger."
Tonya turned around and lifted her up by the waist. "You're waking up a sleeping giant here. Last chance to change your mind."
She grinned:
"Never. I want to witness this."
"Fuck yeah." Tonya pulled her in and kissed her on the shoulders, her massive arms wrapped around her.
"Tomorrow, we start this journey."
She giggled.
"Awesome!"
After a moment, she smiled:
"I don't think anybody's coming. Want to go back to the beach for some skinny dipping?"
Tonya grinned. "Sounds good to me. You lead the way."

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As she stepped away, Tonya reached and grabbed her phone again. She felt a pang of regret as she looked and saw no notifications and no reception, but she shook her head and forced the thoughts away as she tossed the phone back onto the couch.
Neecol took her hand and ran down to the beach, swinging wildly as she was just as drunk as Tonya.
Then she started taking off her dress and her underwear, before turning to Tonya and helping her out of her dress.
"Wow ... It's like unwrapping a birthday present ..."
Tonya shimmied out of her dress. Having gone braless, because honestly what was the need anymore, she was left standing top less in front of her host. Her hands went to her hips and she stood tall in front of her. "My thoughts exactly. I don't know if I'll ever get used to seeing you get naked." Tonya scooped her up and sank her fingers into her enormous ass, her mouth again finding its way to her collarbone and kissing along the top of her chest.
She returned the favor, admiring Tonya's massive pecs and the huge tits.
"Those are incredible ... And just imagine them even bigger ..."
She kissed the feathers of Tonya's pecs, then sank her fingers into her lats.
Your boobs rub together, massive fake globes supported by tough muscles.
"I love this ... To have built myself and to be with you, who is also ... self-made. It's incredible."
"Fuck yeah", Tonya whispered as Neecol worshipped her massive chest. Her words had a way of sending her imagination into overdrive. Tonya pictured herself with a pair of meaty, shredded pecs outsizing the chest of any pornstar, but with a pair of huge silicone tits on top of them, creating an enormous, cartoonish chest that literally anyone would stop and stare at.
Tonya lifted her up so her legs were straddling her midsection and planted several kisses on her lips, then started to carry her towards the water.
"I'm starting to think you and I were meant to find each other."
Her eyes seemed to glint in the twilight of the beach house.
"That would be awesome ..."
As they both sank into the cool water, Neecol stayed close. Her tits bobbed up and down a bit until she settled for a comfortable position. Then she laughed:
"I'm still not sure that swimming is the best sport for people like us, but I kinda like it."

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Tonya let go of her as they waded in and occupied herself rolling about. She could feel her own breasts attempting to float up toward the surface as she floated about, but they didn't have nearly the same amount of freedom to move as Neecol's. That said, watching her bob through the water was an enticing sight, and watching her tits jutting out as she leaned back and floated certainly didn't look bad.
"Ah, don't sweat it. Gotta make time for fun shit outside of the gym." Tonya leaned back and allowed the salt water to hold her up, eyes on the early evening sky as she simply enjoyed the buzz in her head.
Neecol drifted past her, making little movements with her hands to keep her swimming. Then she laughed:
"Do you think it's possible to get so huge that you stop floating?"
"Oh, hell yeah. I already have a hard time with it in a normal pool. Salt water is easier to float in for ... some fuckin' reason. But yeah, I'd have to work to stay up like this in regular water."
"I don't know, but this is an incredible turn-on. To imagine this ..."
She brushed against Tonya's arm.
"You're turning me on again ..."
Tonya grinned devilishly and grabbed her hand, placing it on her bicep. The big woman stood back up, placing her feet on the seabed. "You know why it's a turn on. It's all about the density." She flexed her arm, again watching as her fingers spread apart on her swelling bicep head.
"Watching me sink in the water like that is a reminder of how hard ...", she gave it an extra tense to punctuate the word. "... and powerful ..." Another tense. "... and *strong* I am."
Neecol's eyes were way open and she licked her thick lips.
"Oh yes."
She swam over to Tonya with a quick stroke, then clung to her with her legs and sank her hand down underwater, before reaching the musclewoman's clit. She stroked it first gently, then harder, sticking close to those heavy muscles.
Tonya drew herself up and flexed her upper body, focusing on her chest and the arm the other woman was wrapped around. She let out a deep, rumbling groan that resonated through her torso as Neecol's hand found her clit.
"Mmm, you know just where to go. I like that."
Tonya could feel her clit throb as her hostess teased it. Small, subtle veins began to pump larger around her crotch as blood flowed to her womanhood, causing her clit to swell to the size of the first two knuckles on her finger, making a true hard, throbbing mini-cock.

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"Oh my God ... It's so big ... I never thought I would get my hands on such a big one ... I love it ..."
"Fuck yeah. Should be no surprise. Every part of me is huge." Tonya put her hands on her hips and tensed some of her internal muscles, effectively flexing her clit. Some more blood rushed into it, causing it to swell and stiffen slightly between her fingers.
"How are you even doing this ..."
Neecol was completely shocked, but liked this a lot. She intensified her rubbing, although it was obviously not as skillful as Kimmy's. But maybe that was just the environment.
"Heh. You learn a few tricks when you show off as much as I do." Tonya groaned again as her playing grew more intense. Tonya was very conscious that she was not instantly seeing stars like she would be normally, but ... maybe Neecol could still be some fun.
The musclewoman licked her lips as she felt her breathing starting to quicken. "Get on your knees", Tonya said. It's not a barked order, but it is authoritative, as if she simply expected Tonya to follow along.
"In the water?"
She was a little confused, then tried to dive.
It didn't work. Boobs too big.
Tonya quickly reached down and picked her up in a princess carry. Between the heat of the moment and the drunkenness, she'd managed to forget she was still waist deep.
Regardless, seeing her so willingly go for it was a turn in its own right.
Nonetheless, Tonya laughed it off and took advantage of the situation be sliding a couple of fingers against Neecol's pussy from behind her. Her big pillowy behind made it a bit of a challenge but she was able to find her lips. "I've got a better idea", Tonya said, stroking her honeypot and kissing her toned shoulder.
"Anything ..."
While continuing to tease her pussy, Tonya carried her back towards the shore. After they got close enough that the water came up to her calves, she withdrew her hand and locked eyes with her as she licked her juices off of her fingertips.
Then, without warning, Tonya took hold of Neecol's legs and carefully flipped her upside down. She brought the other woman's thighs up to rest on her shoulders, their midsections facing each other in a sort of standing 69 position. Tonya effortlessly supported her hostess' weight as she pulled Neecol's hips in so her pussy was in reach of her mouth. Tonya's clit jutted out imperiously towards her.
"I think you know what to do", she said as she gave Neecol a long, slow lick.
"Aaaaah ..."

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She shivered all over, almost panicking for a moment, before getting what Tonya wanted. Neecol started licking, confused by her position and the whole situation.
She was doing fine, but Tonya could tell that the combination of being drunk and upside down was a bit much.
On the other hand, her work was welcome ...
"Gkh!"
She gagged and struggled, her huge tits hanging half in front of her face. She was struggling to do her part, but it was a bit much ...
With a quiet roll of her eyes, Tonya scooped her back up and set her right side up again. Reaching between Neecol's legs, she slid two fingers into her so as not to stop her stimulation. Standing in the water, holding her weight in my arms, she slid in and out of her with slowly increasing speed, searching for her sweet spot.
Maybe it was the light, but Neecol was looking a bit pale.
Uncomfortable, she groaned:
"Sorry. Maybe we should take a short break. I think I overdid it a little ..."
Tonya pulled out of her and lifted her up, letting the buxom woman rest against her. After a pause, she quietly said, "It's all good, hun. Let's get inside and get you some water or something."
In her head, however, Tonya's biggest concern was the blueballing she'd received. Oh well, there were ways to take care of that. Maybe she'd even feel better later.
She quickly scooped up their discarded clothes as she made her way back to the house, helping Neecol all the way up.
The other woman took a big gulp of water, then another one, then she had to take a bathroom break. The mood was rather ruined.
Eventually, she said:
"Hey, I'm sorry about all this." She rubbed her temples. "Could we give it another try maybe ... in a couple of days? I'm ... I still have troubles with my limits."
"Fuck", Tonya muttered quietly as her hostess ran off to the bathroom. It was immediately obvious what happened. Things had been so good with Kimmy these past few months, it was easy to forget not everyone's as good in the sack as she was.
"Yeah, sorry", Tonya said with just a hint of sheepishness in her voice. "That ... that's on me. I'm kinda used to just ... manhandling people. I shoulda gone a little slower with you."
"Yeah, no, you know, it was awesome ... Just a little bit too much for me, okay?"
She brushed her salty hair from her face.
"I'll get used to it, no problem. No problem."
Then she headed for the shower, leaving Tonya standing naked and horny.

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Once she heard the shower turn on, she groaned. Not even the first night and this wasn't living up to the hype ...
She was certainly not going to jill off in the middle of her house. After grabbing a towel and quickly wiping herself off, she slipped back into her dress. She hardly looked as neat as when she came in, but she was not trying to impress anyone anymore. Lacking in other options, she grabbed her phone again, not expecting much.
Nothing.
No reception.
Maybe try outside?
Tonya shook her head and stepped out onto the back porch again. Even if she didn't pick anything up out here, the cool air was the closest she was going to get to a cold shower.
Still nothing. That house must be in a phone sinkhole.
Shit. Defeated, she slumped over the railing and took a few deep breaths.
It was time to go. Neecol certainly didn't seem to be in a good mood before she stalked off. She'd understand if Tonya saw myself out.
She headed back through the beach house, composing a text to Neecol as she went.
She was still in the bath, cleaning herself.
Didn't look like she was going to show up anytime soon.
Regardless, Tonya slapped together something quick and apologetic as she walked through. Ask her to text or call when she wanted to talk. The standard stuff.
The big woman gave herself a quick once-over before she stepped out the front door to ensure she was decent, then headed out to hop in her car. Time to go home.
As soon as she was in the car, the phone connected and Tonya got a barrage of messages.
"Like, hey, I'm like gonna be like, late cos I like had like that thingie and it kinda like didn't work and stuff ..."
"I'm like on the way now, you know? Just like gonna take like a little more time."
"Like, I'm at Neecol's place now and she's like not there? Are you like there? Can you like open the door and stuff?"
"I'm like still here and there's like no one there and I'm like waiting, but it's like not like anything is like happening, cos there's like no one?"
"Are you like, there?"
"I like called like, with my voice and it like didn't open, and like there was a cop who like said I should like keep it down and I like said I'm like sorry officer and he like liked that and like gave me his number, like what kind of a weirdo is that? Why would I like call him? Like when there's like an emercency, I like call 911, that's what I like do?"
"Do like cops even like have real phone numbers? How do they like call themselves? Do they like call 911 and then they like ask for like officer like whatever and then they like call that guy and he like goes over and they talk?"