Double Trouble outline
Characters
Plot Concept
a girl is afflicted with two rare diseases (muscle hypertrophy, and gigantism from pituitary tumor) - which she nicknames her "double trouble"
Jules and Kalvin become friends at 17, when she transfers to his school. she's awkwardly tall (6'10"), boyishly flat chested, and dresses in baggy clothes to hide her unusually developed muscles. he's one of the few people at school who befriends her. she gets a little crush on him, but she's sort of a tomboy, and his eyes are on more feminine (busty) girls.
After college, they both end up moving to the same town, and 'reuniting'. while still just as tall, she looks shockingly different, as she dresses in tight fitting clothes, and has added sizable breast implants. Compared to her childhood appearance, Kalvin finds her new combination of femaninty and dominance incredibly sexy.
She's awkwardly forward and flirty, but at the same time has very little experience and wants to take things slow. The more experience she gets, the more forward she becomes with him, as she slowly accepts that he likes her dominance.
Interaction Options
1. (reference the old kiss and her implants... she's not taking any risks after getting turned down in high school)
a. when they are younger, he's fascinated with her muscles, creating a habit of her showing off for him. when they reunite, she continues the habit, asking him "well, what do you think of them (her breasts)?", explaining that he inspired her going on the larger side... he tries to close the topic "well, you look amazing".... she thanks him, and suggests that "if I looked like this back in high school, you might not have turned me down. though i did give you that awful kiss." (it wasn't that bad) "ohh it was bad. it was my first kiss, and I was very nervous. I've considered asking you for a do-over, just so I could prove I'm not a terrible kisser anymore." (he's surprised, and awkwardly accepts her offer, she warns him that this isn't going to be just a little peck on the lips, they kiss, it gets a little more steamy than either of them accepts) "well, that went much better than the first time."
b. at some point she abruptly asks him "well, what do you think of them (her "changes", her breasts)?", he offers a generic compliment. she explains that he's part of the inspiration behind them. she remembers how he turned her down in high school, and instead was chasing around (???? some girl with large breasts) do you remember our terrible kiss? (it wasn't that bad) "ohh it was bad. it was my first kiss, and i was very nervous. I've considered asking you for a do-over, just so I could prove I'm not a terrible kisser anymore. (he's surprised, and awkwardly accepts her offer, she warns him that this isn't going to be just a little peck on the lips, they kiss, it gets a little more steamy than either of them accepts) "well, that went much better than the first time."
c. at some point she asks him abruptly "well, what do you think of them (her changes, her breasts)?", he offers a generic compliment. she explains that he's part of the inspiration behind them. she remembers how he turned her down in high school, and instead was chasing around (???? some girl with large breasts). he tries to defend himself "that's not exactly the whole story. i was embarrassed about our terrible kiss." (you were embarrassed about that kiss? *I* was embarrassed about that kiss. I'd never french kissed a boy, and I had such a crush on you, so I was really nervous, and I just sprung it on you out of the blue. It was probably a year before I stopped wishing we could have a do-over, because I thought things would be different if I could do better. However, I was also such a tomboy back then. It's pretty obvious you were into the girls who looked like girls, and xxx-girl had assets up top I couldn't compete with.
2. "can I say something? just because I feel awkward not saying anything about it and just pretending nothing changed. I obviously decided to get breast implants. I was tired of looking like a boy, and one day I realized a little surgery could fix that." (yeah, i kinda noticed. they look good, really good.) "thanks. i'm glad you think so. you know you are part of the inspiration behind them. You always talked about xxx-girl. I was envious of how you were interested in her, and it seemed obvious it was partly because of her - how shall I say - substantial endowments. So I got some of my own!"
3. he keeps commenting how he 'cant get over how different she looks"...she was "tired of having people mistake her for a boy. she was hoping it would get her more attention from men, but it seems men are not looking for a woman a foot taller than them."
Intro
after transferring to a new school, Jules is simultaneously gawked at and ignored for her size. most make fun of her.
she wears baggy clothes (pic) to hide her body and muscle development, but can't hide her height
Kalvin (somewhat short) tries to be nice to her, but she's so used to being ridiculed, she snaps, only later realizing he was trying to be nice
he tries again, and she's receptive this time, apologizing for last time. their awkward friendship begins
his friends start to avoid him, as they feel awkward about her height - so the two of them become much closer
eventually he sees her without a baggy sweatshirt, and she explains her dual diseases - which she nicknamed her 'double trouble'
she starts to get a 'crush' on him, but when she tries to encourage him, he starts talking about another girl he has a crush on.. she becomes his dating confidant
they both go away to college, far apart from each other...
Reunion
after college, a bit of chance causes them to re-unite (they both move to the same city?).
they meet at a coffee shop. he's shocked upon first seeing her, though not because of her 6'8" height -- but because she's dressed in 'normal' clothes (tank top and jeans - pic), and because she's stacked (she got tired of looking like a man and got breast implants, which she's still not used to herself)
after a quick hug, they order coffee drinks, and sit down to 'catch each other up' with their lives - during which he's a bit distracted by her stunning and much more feminine appearance
they talk a bit about their new jobs, and new lives. then she excuses herself "i should let you go" saying how nice it is to see him again, and that she's open to hanging out anytime, as she doesn't know anyone in this new town
he fumbles a bit, and asks her to dinner. he doesn't know anywhere to go yet, so he suggests he makes her dinner. she is surprised he can cook, and he asks if she likes pasta, which they both laugh at. She'll be happy for the company, as she often eats alone.
Dinner "Date"
A couple days later, she shows up at his place for dinner.... in a body hugging two piece black dress (pic) that was off the shoulder, and showed the smallest peek of skin at her midriff.. he's surprised and compliments (wow, you look amazing) - she downplays it, saying since he's cooking for her the least she can do is look nice. he comments that she 'certainly does', and invites her in.
once inside, she sets down her purse and spontaneously pulls him in for hug, thanking him for inviting her. while caught off guard, he gives in, reaching around her to reciprocate. The more he does, she more she pulls him in, and a moment later he finds himself held firmly against her, while she gushes about how much she missed him. The hug makes him increasingly aware of her femininity as she holds his cheek against her breast
she finally realizes she's overdoing it, and apologizes as she lets him free. 'no, that's quite alright'. he introduces her to his modest apartment, where he already has place settings out for dinner. he offers her a spot on the couch, conspicuously aware of how her dress shifts as she sits, and how she seems too tall for the furniture.
he asks if she'd like some wine. she accepts, and he brings her a glass, which she toasts him to 'rekindling old friendships'. then he returns to the kitchen to finish cooking
??? what do they talk about ???
? something too private for the coffee shop? reminisce ?
she asks him if he cooks for women often? transitions to asking if he's dating anyone, remind him how he used to share all the juicy details. then asking whatever happened to (that girl he dated)? ...he answers...
he reciprocates, asking if she has any juicy stories. she dismisses the question, referring to her awkwardness, and how men don't look at her that way. that's why she did her 'makeover', buying herself some feminine curves and some more womanly clothes... (maybe they talk about this a bit, and he compliments her new look)
He finishes cooking, bringing some plates to the table and inviting her to it. she towers over him as he pulls out her chair. she's impressed that he made shrimp scampi, saying she expected simple spaghetti, and thanks him with a kiss on the forehead before she sits and helps him slide her chair in. As he sits, his legs bump into hers under the small table, which she apologizes for and tries to shift herself out of the way.
They take a few bites, and she gushes about how good the food is, and that he can cook for her anytime. By the time he's done explaining why he learned to cook, she's finishing her last bite and washing it down with the rest of her wine. He comments that she must have really liked it, and after agreeing, she bashfully asks if there is any more. He nods, and before he can get up, she tells him not to, that she can get it. He watches her rise, negotiate his kitchen, and come back with another full plate and glass of wine. Seeing his look of surprise, she apologizes, reminding him that he knows how hungry her 'double trouble' makes her.
?? what do they talk about as they eat...
she asks how his day at work was. (unremarkable). she talks about her stressful day. both because of the gawking at her (including her new assets), and her feelings of inadequacy at the job
As he finishes his meal, she's also finished her second plate. He asks if she had enough to eat, which she snaps at, before apologizing and confirming she has. He stands to clear their plates, asking if she saved any room for desert, as he made Panna cotta. She's surprised, "are you serious? I'd love some! You wouldn't need a roommate who can wash dishes and do laundry would you?" They both laugh. A minute later he comes back with small plates of desert.
He waits for her to take the first bite, and she gushes, "wow! That is delicious," before taking another spoonful. He's suddenly taken up watching her, realizing she's a paradox - the ethos of her strong frame, muscular arms clashing with her pretty face, the sexy black dress hugging her feminine curves, and the way it seems somehow sensual each time she licked the spoon clean. "Mmmm," she offered as she slipped another bite into her mouth.
As he watched her set her spoon down on an empty plate, he realized he'd been distracted watching her and hadn't taken a second bite. She looked back over at him, noticing the look on his face. "I'm sorry. I know I eat too fast, but it was good!"
"No, no. It's not that. You just seem so ... different." Even as the words came out of his mouth, they felt wrong. She didn't look different, she looked beautiful, but he felt awkward saying it.
"Ohh, right," she briefly looked down at herself, a hesitant look on her face. "I wasn't sure if I should wear this dress or not. I hope it's not too much."
"No, no, not at all. I'm just not used to you looking so .... womanly." Another blunder. Get it together. He tried to recover. "Or so pretty."
She immediately smiled at the compliment. "Well then I'm glad I did." She took a slow sip of her wine, finishing it off. She tipped her empty glass towards him, and he read her intention, "would you like some more?"
"I would, as long as I don't have to drive home anytime soon." Her lip was curled into a little smirk, and he felt a sudden tingle. Was she offering to stay the night, or was he hoping she was? He wasn't sure, but she was leaving it up to him. The attraction he felt for her that night was challenging the expectations of their platonic friendship. He headed to the kitchen to grab the bottle, feeling like he was not sure what he was agreeing to.
Back at the table he topped off his glass before a healthy pour emptied the remainder of the bottle into hers, leaving it slightly more full than his. She smiled and their eyes met as he collected the plates and brought them back to the kitchen.
As he put the plates in the dishwasher, out of the corner of his eye he watched her stand and make her way back towards the living room side of the room. "So how long have you lived here?" she asked, as she took a lap, inspecting his things.
"Four months." He closed the dishwasher, and slowly made his way towards her, picking up his wine on the way. "It's a bit small, but the location is great." He felt intimidated as he approached her, and it wasn't hard to understand the reasons why. It having been years since he'd been around her towering frame would have been enough by itself, yet there was so much more. Where she used to dress to hide herself, that night the musculature in her shoulders, arms, and legs was on display. And then there was her chest. While there was no question her enhancements were proportionally on the larger side, to achieve that feat on her oversize frame meant they were in fact huge. This was all the more noticeable with them both standing, as they were nearly at his eye level.
"I wish I had a coffee shop steps from my front door." As her attention turned from the room back to him, he had to pry his eyes away from her chest, and was briefly concerned she noticed. A moment later, his intimidation heightened as she stepped close and gently rubbed his arm. "It really is so good to see you," she said, with a bit of relief in her voice.
"It's good to see you too." He reached out to reciprocate her touch, gliding his hand along her hip. Suddenly, the moment felt more intimate. The two of them had years of hugs, moments holding hands, even a kiss once, but somehow this was different. He felt a tingle run through him as he wanted to touch her more. He also felt drawn to kiss her, but with her lips more than a foot above his, there wasn't much he could do to act on it if he had decided to.
"So what now? Is it time to go hang out in your bedroom, like we used to?" Her tone was joking, but the comment still caught him so off guard he momentarily froze. She squeezed his arm, "Remember how we would just talk and talk for hours?" She took another sip of wine, and stepped away from him towards the couch, quickly making herself comfortable. "Or maybe you were talking, and I was just hoping you would make a move on me. Ohh, I had such a crush on you."
"Really? I never knew." His sarcasm let on that he was being facetious. They both knew it, he just hadn't been interested. She had been so boyish then. He made his way over to the couch, struggling to decide how close to sit. He didn't feel confident enough to curl up to her like his urges were encouraging, yet the opposite end of the couch seemed too distant. He picked a middle ground, close enough that his leg brushed her as he sat down.
"You know, I was so embarrassed about that day I kissed you. I'd never done it before, and I was such a fumbling mess. Even after you let me down easy, I secretly wanted a do-over, just to prove I could do it properly."
"I think we both were a fumbling mess. You caught me completely off-guard, and neither of us had had much practice. I'm sure we both could do better."
"Oh we could, could we? That's a bit unexpected, but I wouldn't refuse a chance to redeem myself." She snickered and he blushed, as she turned his words around on him, making it sound like he suggested they should kiss. He felt a tingle as they silently stared at each other. He also felt the urge to follow through on their flirtation, but her posture didn't budge. If she wasn't joking, she certainly wasn't making it easy. He decided to call her bluff.
"Alright. Let's see it then. You're best kiss." Now it was her that blushed, momentarily stunned.
"Are you serious? You're serious aren't you." He nodded. "You want to kiss? Right now?" He nodded. Then he decided to play it up some more.
"Not just any kiss, your best kiss. Remember, this is for redemption. The first kiss we could have had." He shuffled himself a bit on the couch, as if he was getting ready.
"Alright then," she put on a funny smirk as she set down her glass and slowly reached across his shoulder. "You'll need to get a little closer." She coaxed him as he slid towards her, "a little closer still." When she was done pulling him in, he was tucked so close that if he lowered his chin it would have fell to rest on the top of her breast, though it honestly felt more playful than intimate. "Here is the kiss that could have been."
As she leaned her head down, he leaned his head back, and for a moment he remembered how strange it was to kiss a girl so much taller. Then her lips gently touched his. Soft at first, just pushing against him. Then again, puckering, pulling at his lip, gently testing the waters. Then sweet wetness, as her tongue touched just enough to wet his lips, then again, and again. By the fourth time, he tried to meet her, their tongues touching briefly. Then again, and the third time she slipped into his mouth and let him do the same. Her pace was slow, patient, and he let his head lie back into the couch.
He felt her body shift as her tongue probed further into his mouth. Her body pressed into his, one breast crushing into his shoulder. He felt fingers brush his cheek, and reach into his hair, caressing him. Then gently, her pace began to quicken, their lips and tongues dancing against each other. He felt it too, the urge to touch her. He reached a hand around her head, his fingers in her hair. They both made gentle sounds and alternatively dove down each other's throats. Just as the kiss started to want, he felt her arm around him, urgently pulling him closer, hoisting him onto her.
Her size became even more apparent as he straddled her, his head still tilted up to reach her lips. He may have been on top, but she was the one controlling their engagement, and she wasn't finished. She slipped a hand into his hair, gently holding his head she pulled his lips back to hers. This time the action of her tongue was deeper and slower. No longer a passionate sprint, the kiss had turned into a marathon, which he had no objection to.
His hands fell onto her sides, some of his fingers finding skin through the midriff gap in her two piece dress. As he gripped and rubbed, her body was so firm it refused to give. Then, accidentally, his right thumb pressed up against the soft underside of her breast. At first he backed off, reaching around her back. However, the draw was too great. His hand slid over the fabric, merely brushing into her womanly curve - testing the waters. When there was no interruption to the rhythmic twisting of their tongues, he became more deliberate, moving his hands higher. As he felt her shape, he became more aware just how large they were. Their softness a stark contrast to the firm muscle everywhere else.
His exploration triggered a response, though not the one he had hoped for. The motion of their tongues briefly stuttered, as her arm reached around his back, abruptly hugging him close and forcing his hands away from her front side. While he got the message loud and clear, her reaction had another consequence. All the excitement had stirred up a reaction in his pants, which was now conspicuously pressed against her rock hard abdomen. He became immediately self conscious, certain she could feel it.
And she certainly could, though to her it was merely confirmation she had succeeded. She decided it was time to wind down, and slowly began the process of ending their kiss. First making the motion of her tongue shallower, then sucking and lapping at his lips, and finally parting entirely. The entire time she held him firmly to keep his grabby hands in check. After they both shared a deep breath of completion, she quipped, "now I feel redeemed."
"Uhh," he briefly stammered, his brain slow to respond. "Yeah, well, if that had happened the first time..." While their banter signaled a return to friendship mode, he was still straddling her lap, his erection a little less forcefully pressing into her. He had to admit, it was an unusually nice to see her eye-to-eye.
"Ohh, we both know why you weren't into me. You were chasing after Lindsey, who you never got by the way, because you were into girls with - how should I put it politely - substantial endowments. Mister grabby hands." The implication was obvious. He was into large breasts, she now had large breasts. While the awkwardness of his erection was subsiding, Kalvin felt exposed. Did she want to be more than friends, or was she just tormenting him?
He did the only thing he could think of, slinged some humor back at her. "Hey, you can't blame a guy..." Before he ended the sentence, his eyes darted down to her chest, like they had a mind of their own. She obviously noticed.
"We agreed to a kiss, not an all access pass. However, we're good friends, so I won't hold it against you." He couldn't tell if that was sarcasm or not, and her smirk only made him feel more embarrassed for trying to grope her.
As fun as this had been, he was beginning to think it was nothing more than what she said, a redemption kiss. However, as he leaned to one side, preparing to dismount her, she held him firmly in place. Kalvin was confused and shot her a puzzled look. Then he could swear he saw her chest actually move, which instinctively made him look down, which she noticed, which made him more embarrassed. "What?" She taunted him.
Then he saw it again, the motion from her chest, he looked down just as they moved again, both of her breasts abruptly and unnaturally bouncing up and down. "Jules? What are you doing?" At first she didn't answer, she just smiled as her breasts conspicuously jostled.
"What, this?" This time they moved more energetically. "I'm flexing. Isn't it cool?" The fact that her little show was on purpose made it a bit less embarrassing to stare. "They can say Hello." She continued showing off, this time bouncing each breast twice by itself, in time with her speech, "Hel-lo. Hel-lo." Kalvin knew women, especially those with implants, could learn to bounce themselves by flexing their pecs, but he'd never seen it before in person. It was both eerie and sexy.
"Jules, are you flirting with me?" It seemed like she was, but then Jules had a weird sense of humor.
"Ohh no, you don't get to do that. You turned me down, remember. I put the ball in your court a long time ago."
Her pace intensified as she hugged him close, his crotch pressing into her firm abdomen, and her breasts crushing into his chest. He let his arms fall onto hers, feeling her rock hard muscle for the first time.
??? where is this going???
?? maybe get them to the couch first?
"So, you've made me dinner and desert,...
?? she gives him a shoulder massage?
?? they both get more tipsy
?? she confesses she had a crush on him when they were teenagers... and why.. he treated her "normal".... but she also knows she wasn't his type.... she wasn't anyone's type, ashamed of herself and hiding behind baggy clothes
??
??? situations
she leans down to kiss him
she pect-flexes her boobs, punctuating a joke about them, or drawing attention to them
she encourages him to play with her breasts, asking if he likes them, if she picked a good size, if they feel real.
"you're kidding right? they are amazing"... "not exactly real, but most women wish their breasts were this firm and perfect."