Another Ominous Visit

The morning light seeped through the blinds, casting soft patterns on the dorm's beige walls. You stirred awake, the memory of last night hitting you like a freight train. The argument with Liam replayed in your mind, every sharp word and wounded glance carving into your chest. You sighed, rubbing your temples. Disappointment in yourself mingled with the ever-present frustration that had been building for weeks.

You swung your legs over the side of the bed, the cool floor grounding you slightly. Just as you were about to stand, the distinct click-clack of heels sounded through the quiet dorm, sharp and deliberate. Your heart sank even before you turned your head.

In strolled a woman who could only be Aphrodite. Her honey-blonde hair gleamed in the morning light, cascading over her shoulders in perfect waves. She wore a cream blouse with a modest V-neck, subtly drawing attention to her décolletage without seeming overt. Her tailored grey slacks hugged her slender frame, accentuating her soft hourglass figure. Her natural makeup highlighted her fair skin, giving her an effortless radiance that seemed almost unfair.

She paused in the center of the room, her piercing gaze locking onto you like a hawk sizing up its prey. "Good morning," she said, her voice steely yet melodious, as though she were challenging you to make it anything but.

You sat frozen, your throat dry. Aphrodite’s presence had a way of draining the air from the room. She crossed the space with unhurried grace, her heels clicking with every step, and took a seat on Liam’s bed, crossing one leg over the other.

“I had a lovely little chat with Liam this morning,” she began, her tone smooth as silk but carrying an undercurrent of menace. “He’s been... quite forthcoming about his frustrations. I must say, I had no idea just how much he’s been holding back.”

Your stomach twisted. “Liam?” you managed, your voice cracking slightly.

“Mmhmm,” she said, tilting her head and regarding you with a disarming smile. “He was quite upset, you know. Last night’s fight really got to him. Poor thing—he’s trying so hard to help you, yet it seems he’s just hitting wall after wall.” She leaned back, studying her nails. “Naturally, I offered a bit of... consolation.”

Her words hit you like a punch to the gut. “I didn’t mean—” You paused, struggling to find the right words. “I wasn’t trying to hurt him. I just—everything is so much right now, and I—I lost it.”

Aphrodite raised an eyebrow, her smile turning almost sympathetic. “Oh, darling, I understand completely. Truly, I do. All that pressure, the mounting frustrations, the... unmet needs.” Her gaze flicked down to your hands and back up, the implication unmistakable.

“I’ve been trying,” you blurted, your voice rising. “I’ve been doing everything I can! But Damian wasn’t at the event, and neither was Richard, and—and I had to—” You stopped, swallowing hard. “I had to cozy up to Vincent just to even get in.”

She let out a soft, almost pitying sigh. “And yet, here we are. No closer to Damian Kane, no progress on the trial, and—” She paused for effect, her eyes glinting. “No... voluntary efforts to repay Liam for his undying support. A shame, really. I had such high hopes for you.”

You flinched, the reminder of her expectations twisting the knife further. “I—I wanted to, okay? I’ve thought about it, but it’s—it’s complicated. I just couldn’t—”

“Oh, no need to explain yourself to me, darling,” she said, waving a hand dismissively. “I’m sure you had your reasons. Very good ones, I’m sure.” Her tone was light, almost kind, but it only made you feel more on edge.

You opened your mouth to say more, but Aphrodite cut you off with a sly, knowing smile. “No need to stress, dear. Everything will work out as it’s meant to. You’ll see.”

Aphrodite’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned back on Liam’s bed, her smile sharp and knowing. “Oh, darling, don’t look so glum,” she purred, twirling a strand of her honey-blonde hair between her fingers. “In fact, I think you need a little... encouragement.”

Before you could process her words, she snapped her fingers.

A sudden, familiar tingling sensation spread across your chest, an electric hum that made your breath hitch. You froze, your mind flashing back to the last time you felt this—the night your B-cups had emerged in the wake of Aphrodite’s meddling.

“N-no,” you stammered, panic blooming in your chest. “Wait! Please, no! Don’t—”

But it was already too late.

The tingling intensified, and you felt your skin stretch and shift, the weight on your chest increasing incrementally. Your hands shot up instinctively, as if you could stop the transformation by sheer will. The sensation was warm, almost teasing, and lasted only a few moments before it stopped.

You looked down, your stomach sinking.

Where there had once been modest B-cups, your chest now sported a fuller, unmistakable pair of C-cup breasts. The weight was heavier, the curve more pronounced, and the sight of them made your heart pound.

Aphrodite clapped her hands together softly, a satisfied smile on her lips. “Ah, perfect. Just the right amount of lift and fullness. Those B-cups were fine, but a touch more was necessary, wouldn’t you agree?” She tilted her head, inspecting her work like an artist admiring a finished painting.

“Aphrodite!” you cried, your voice cracking with frustration. “You can’t—! I’ll have to buy new bras again!”

She chuckled, the sound rich and mocking. “Oh, is that all you’re worried about? I’m sure Liam will handle it, just like he did last time.” Her smile widened, her words a clear dig at the argument from the night before.

Your face burned with shame and anger. “You can’t just keep doing this!”

“Oh, but I can,” she said lightly, rising from the bed with the grace of a queen. “And you know what, darling? You’ve entertained me so much lately—especially with all that bickering between you and Liam—that I’ll give you a little more time on that _voluntary effort _I mentioned.” She winked, her honey-blonde hair catching the light as she stepped toward the door.

You opened your mouth to retort, but she raised her hand, cutting you off. “I think the stakes will be even juicier now, don’t you? Consider this a gift, my sweet little project.”

With a snap of her fingers, she vanished, leaving only the faint scent of roses in her wake.

The room fell silent, save for your own ragged breathing. You were about to let out a scream of frustration when a soft cough behind you made your blood run cold.

You turned slowly, dread pooling in your stomach.

There, standing in the doorway, was Liam. His arms were crossed, his expression unreadable as his eyes flicked from your now-enhanced chest to the spot where Aphrodite had been.

“Um...” you started, your voice barely above a whisper.

Liam raised an eyebrow, clearly waiting for an explanation.

The two of you were locked in an awkward, tension-filled stare, the weight of Aphrodite’s latest “gift” hanging heavily in the air.

The tension in the room thickened the moment Liam stepped through the door. His gaze shifted from you to the spot where Aphrodite had vanished, and your heart hammered in your chest as the words from the argument last night came rushing back. But this? This was something else entirely.

“What the hell did you tell her, Liam?” You could feel your chest tightening, the words burning on your tongue before you even realized you were saying them. “What did you really say to her? Is this your idea of a gift?”

Liam blinked, clearly thrown by your sudden outburst. He opened his mouth to speak, but you didn’t let him. The words were spilling out before you could stop them, frustration, fear, and suspicion fueling your every syllable.

“You must be so happy with this, huh?” You gestured wildly at your now-enhanced chest, your voice rising with every word. “Is this what you wanted, Liam? More femininity? A sexier roommate? You were probably the one who told her to do it, right? Just how far are you willing to go with this, huh? How much of me are you willing to let her change before it’s just too much for you to handle?”

Liam’s eyes widened, his expression shifting from confusion to disbelief. “What the hell are you talking about? I didn’t tell her anything about—”

“Don’t lie to me!” You were practically shaking with anger now, the words coming out like venom. “You and her, you’re in this together, aren’t you? You wanted this! You wanted me to change, to look like... like this!” You waved at your chest again, your heart pounding as the heat of the argument surged within you.

Liam’s face flushed with frustration. “I didn’t tell her to do anything. I don’t want you to change! You don’t get it, this is all because of the damn trial with Damian!”

“Sure, that’s what you say!” You sneered, stepping closer to him. “But look at me, Liam. Look at me! This is what she’s done to me. What you’ve let her do. You like it, don’t you? You get off on it, seeing me get more and more feminine every day. You get handjobs from your girly roommate, and now you want _blowjobs _too. Is that it?”

Liam’s eyes flicked to the ground, his jaw clenched. “That’s not—”

“Don’t even!” You were almost shouting now, a cold, cutting edge to your voice. “It’s just so convenient, right? You get to play the supportive friend, help me with my wardrobe, pay for everything, help me pick out bras. You love it, don’t you? I bet you’re sitting there getting so hard just watching me turn into some... some girl that you can play savior for.”

You saw the moment the words hit him. Liam’s face shifted from disbelief to something more akin to hurt. He opened his mouth to speak, but you kept going, unable to stop yourself.

“Guess what, Liam? I don’t need you to buy me more bras. I don’t need anything from you anymore. I don’t need your pity, your help, or your kindness.” The words were sharp, cruel even, but in that moment, they felt necessary, like the only way to drive home the point. “I’ll figure it all out on my own. I can pay for my own damn bras, and I can figure out my own damn life without your help!”

Liam’s eyes narrowed, his voice tense but controlled. “You’re really going to push me away over this? After everything? You think I want this for you? Do you think I like seeing you change into something you hate?”

You scoffed, wiping away a frustrated tear that had slipped down your cheek. “I don’t need you to fix anything. I’m done with your help. I don’t need you to come to my rescue. I’ll figure it out myself.”

Liam’s face turned red with anger, but his words were calm. Too calm. “So, you’re just going to let this fester? Let this anger ruin everything we’ve worked through? You think it’s easy for me, too? You think I like all of this? I didn’t ask for any of it!”

“Oh, right,” you snapped, “because you’re the one who’s been so helpless in all this, right? I’m the one who has to keep it together while you just play the fucking hero.”

Liam clenched his fists at his sides. His lips parted to retort, but then he stopped. His eyes softened for a second, as if the anger had drained out of him, leaving nothing but frustration. “I’m sorry. If I’m doing anything wrong, it’s because I care about you. I’m trying to help, not hurt you, but you—”

“Stop.” You raised your hand, your voice trembling with both fury and something else. “Just stop. Don’t try to make me feel bad for pushing you away. Don’t make me feel guilty for finally standing up for myself. You can’t keep buying my clothes. You can’t keep paying for things like I’m some... charity case.”

Liam opened his mouth again, but the words died in his throat. Instead, he let out a slow breath and turned away from you, heading for the door.

“You’re right,” he muttered, the words more to himself than to you. “You don’t need me. You never did.”

The finality of his words echoed in the silence between you.

You stood there, chest heaving with anger, frustration, and something else—something that felt almost like regret. But you couldn’t stop it now. The damage had been done.

The argument had reached its peak, and there was no turning back from here.

Liam paused at the door, his hand hovering on the handle. He didn’t turn around.

“Maybe this is better,” he said softly, before leaving the room without another word.

The door slammed shut behind him, and the silence that followed was deafening.