Skip school with Elliot

"You know what, fuck it. Let's ditch and go to Dinoverse. And I guess since my secret's out, you can call me, Amy." Elliot's eyes light up with childish excitement and you have to bite your bottom lip to remind yourself not to kiss him. It's strange, suddenly crushing on someone you've known so long. It's like you're seeing him with new eyes, which you guess, literally you are. Whatever the reason, you feel a giddy glee in skipping school and speeding down the highway to hangout at your favorite run down amusement park.

You try to think of him as just a friend as you drive to the park, but your bimboi body betrays you. Your nipples throb harder than you ever imagined, like two throbbing pricks at the end of your sensitive, swollen titties. Your cock throbs even harder, almost as if petrified or snake bit and oozes precum into your panties nonstop. Your throat has a maddening tickle deep down and you feel horrible hunger pains that you suspect aren't because you skipped breakfast. The worst of the empty aches are the ones in your starving asshole. You almost need to pull over to plug your pucker with your dainty digit and swallow your fist until you can bring down your rising fever, but luckily you reach Dinoverse before you breakdown completely.

Seeing the park virtually abandoned as usual, you pull down your hoodie to get a breath of fresh air. The cool air does the trick, helping you keep a hold on your illicit illness, at least for now. It also lets Elliot get his first good look at your new feminine features, and you can tell by his blush that you're not the only one feeling hot under the collar. You unzip the hoodie to let your breasts breathe a little, your tank top tented by your hard nipples, and you feel like you can breathe easier. Your bestie, on the other hand looks like he's going to turn purple and pass out. He lets out a little whimper when you punch his arm and tease, "Don't forget to breathe, buddy."

Your playful banter continues as Elliot surprisingly snarks, "Sure, let me just bury my face in those puppies a second and I'll be right as rain." You both laugh and it helps you both relax as you wait on Gus to get back from one of his never ending smoke breaks to sell you a ticket. It's strange, allowing yourself to act as girly as you feel has actually helped tamp down on the worst of the symptoms. You wonder if it's your bodies way of telling you to be true to yourself, but that seems a little to poetic for a perverted pathogen like the Bimbug. You're just relieved you can act 'normal' again, even if normal includes flirting with your friend.

"Well, Hell's bells, Elliot! Never thought I'd see you here with a cute little girlie! I always thought you and your little friend were...oh, there I go shooting my mouth off again. Tell you what, have some food coupons on me, kids." Gus hands you a handful of tickets and ushers you in the rusty gates of the dilapidated dinosaur theme park. You shoot Elliot a sneaky smirk and he blushes a little brighter. You wonder if Gus saw something between you and your 'little friend' that you weren't ready to. If so, it would mean this attraction isn't a cause of the Bimbug, but just amplified by it. The thought keeps you both pretty quiet as you grab a bunch of junk food and head down the overgrown pathways past plastic predators to reach your favorite hideaway to get high at: King Rex.

The fearsome titan looks downright zombified by weathering and vandals sneaking out with scraps of his synthetic skin and scales. It turns a typical if overly tall T-rex replica into a uniquely odd and eerie landmark, albeit one almost no one knows about. This has always been more of Elliot's spot than yours, and you unusually let Elliot go first in climbing the stairs up King's tail and into the back of his head, but today something compels you to go first. Surely it isn't just so you can sway your ample ass in front of your friend so blatantly that not even your loose sweats can hide your heavenly hips and bouncing bubble butt?

You reach the monster's maw and sit on the tattered tongue shaped bench with your bestie, and only then does it hit you that he might think you are taking him out on a date. You don't know which worries you more, that he will get the 'wrong' idea, or that you are the one reading into things and mistaking his near constant, baseline bashfulness for something it's not. You were always the more assertive of the two of you, which says a lot about Elliot considering how shy and squirmy you are. You had hoped that your illicit infection 'cured' you of such insecurity, but now it's flaring up like a fever and you're awkwardly nursing a corn dog while your friend fidgits.

Then, Elliot does something that shocks you. He places his hand gently on top of yours and looks you deep in the eyes. You never noticed how beautiful his deep brown eyes were. Usually hidden under a messy crop of his chestnut hair, now they are locked on yours, naked and earnest and unabashedly adoring. You feel warmer than ever, as something more than lust aches for his touch. You cannot find the words, or maybe you're just too scared of what will happen if you do. Surprisingly, Elliot is the one to dig up the courage and say, "So, I never thought I'd say this...but Gus was right. I was falling for you long before your transformation, and now you are even more beautiful than before. I know you can have anyone you want, but I will never forgive myself if I don't at least ask you to give me a shot. And not just because you can deep throat a footlong now."

You giggle as you gulp down the rest of the corn dog and squeeze his hand tighter. Your head spins and your mouth is so dry...if only you could suck on Elliot's wet tongue. You close your eyes, trying to fight your urges even though you aren't sure you should. This feels so right, your best friend has always been there for you, even though you seemed to have all the advantages and did nothing with them. You want to take the next step, but you know you won't be able to stop with just a kiss. You aren't sure you should risk infecting him knowing his family is even more fucked up than yours. He doesn't seem concerned by it, but maybe he should be. You definitely don't have the handle on it you thought you did this morning. Maybe the kindest thing you could do for him is keep him at arm's length.