Packages — Epilogue
—Griffen
Vikki Valentine laughed and recited the prepared lie. “No, I haven’t gotten implants. I just started birth control two months back to help regulate… stuff and there have been some changes as a result. Some very good changes, wouldn’t you agree?”
She accented the question with a jiggle of her H cup breasts and giggled as the mass of messages assuring her that her fans approved came in. The hormonally induced growth had finally plateaued, which meant Vikki was going to be this size for a while. It was saddening given her desire to be the best and largest big tiddy goth girlfriend she could be. But it did make explaining the growth a lot easier. And shopping. Speaking of shopping…
“That said,” she continued, being careful not to let her internal thoughts seep through, “It has put a bit of strain on my budget. So! If you want to help me find some new clothes to wear on Stream, please donate! And don’t forget, if you reach the ‘Lover’ contributor level, you can also see me take those clothes off! As always, thanks to all my Lovebugs who make streams like this possible! Be sure to check out my Adult’s Only stream this Friday! And everyone, have yourselves a beauuuuuuuutiful week! This is Vikki Valentine, g off!”
Vikki ended the stream and then slid back in her chair happily spinning around. It had been two months since her evening with Aaron and one month since she had quit her supervisor position to focus on streaming and being Vikki full time. She had wanted to quit sooner, but Master had insisted she build a bit more of a savings buffer first. Plus, it gave him more time to maneuver himself so he would be in charge of the department once she quit.
It had been so funny watching everyone at work think they hated each other. If only they knew what Vikki had for ‘lunch’ most days. She smiled fondly before stepping out of her chair and heading out into the house proper. It was discomforting walking around without her cuffs, but instead of being resentful, she used it as motivation to make sure Storm was moving along as fast as possible.
Vikki swept into the living room where Storm was sitting reading while Chemical Love played in the background. Vikki gave her ‘girlfriend’ an affectionate kiss on the neck before sliding onto the couch with her. She was pleased to see that Storm’s casual wear had finally shifted from baggy sweats to a thong and tank top, and not just because it put her burgeoning breasts on display. Vikki had become quite the breast woman ever since she had been fully indoctrinated. Unfortunately, Storm had been, at her own confession, a bit flat before Vikki had started dosing her. Thankfully, Storm had recently started pushing out of B-cups and would be cusping into C cups soon. Vikki hadn’t had to fake any enthusiasm for Storm’s improved bust and that had gone a long way in helping smoothing any concern the changes away. They’d have to go bra shopping soon. Storm had been able to get by without a bra previously, but that was rapidly changing.
Before that, however, Storm would need preparation and would need to be moved to the next step in the brainwashing process. That made Vikki more excited than she had been since she had gotten the chance to suck Aaron off at work on Friday. Soon they’d both be openly serving Master. The mental image of the two of them lounging about in corsets, cuffs, collars, and heels, looking like the slutty big tiddy goth girlfriends they were meant to be, nearly derailed Vikki’s focus, but she managed to rally. She had a job to do if she wanted those images to be reality. So she pushed the fantasies aside for now and focused on Storm.
“Did you check the mail when you came in?” Vikki asked innocently as she could manage.
“No. Expecting something?”
“No,” Vikki lied, “But Mom still sends out letters, so I like to keep an eye on it. I’ll be right back.”
Vikki happily slid into the BodyCon dress she used for quick trips and the short black pumps that were only a mere 3″. Too short for general wear, but good enough for a brief excursion. The exhibitionist in her thought them a bit tame and felt bad for not properly being on display. But, she soothed herself, her bra was only a half-cup and her nipples were clearly poking through the dress’s tight mesh. It wasn’t the show she liked to give, but it would be enough of a treat to make her and whoever she ran into happy.
It was a quick walk down the stairs to the mailboxes, which didn’t leave her much time to slip out to her car. She didn’t want Storm to get suspicious, the brainwashing would help smooth over any minor oddities, but it was still better to not let anything odd slip through at all. She hurried across the parking lot, grabbing the box from her trunk and then ran back into the building, being sure to actually check the mail on her way up. It was empty, thankfully, so Vikki would continue to make new excuses to check for at least the rest of the week. And if she ran out for mail often enough, it would become a pattern in Storm’s mind and she wouldn’t even notice when Vikki left. And that would free Vikki up for more time attending to Master’s needs.
Happy thoughts started to get her revved up, but she set those thoughts aside and focused on the role she had to play.
“No luck on the letter,” she said as she made her way into the apartment, “But there was a package for you.”
Storm looked up from her book confusedly, “I didn’t order anything.”
“It’s got your name on it,” Vikki said, handing the box over.
Storm took it and looked at it curiously. “No return address. I didn’t think you could legally send things without a return address.”
Vikki shrugged. Storm stared at the box uncertainly. “We should… toss it?” she tried half-heartedly.
“Nah! It might be something fun.” Vikki said, before pitching her voice with as much authority as she could bring to bear. “ You should open it.”
Storm paused and her lips pursed, but slowly, inexorably, she pulled the box open. And when flaps came up, her confusion redoubled.
“What is it?” Vikki asked excitedly.
With two careful fingers, Storm pulled the object from the box. It was a plain black choker, just like the one Vikki had gotten in the mail all those months ago.
“Ooo cute,” Vikki said, pitching her voice once again. “You should try it on.”
Storm gave her a curious look. Oops, Vikki had pushed too hard, been too assertive for the complete submissive Storm ‘knew’ her to be. She’d have to lay off the dommy bits for a bit. Mentally chastising herself for such a stupid mistake, Vikki gave Storm her best smile. Storm smiled in response and gave the choker a critical eye.
“Maybe later,” she said while her fingers moved of their own accord, completely counter to her words. “I’m not sure how I feel about random clothing in the mail.”
“Okay,” Vikki said as Storm unconsciously snapped the choker into place. “But I think you’d look really cute in it.”
Storm nodded and then twisted in confusion. Her hands reached towards her neck for just a moment before diverting back to the book. Vikki gave her ‘girlfriend’ another smile and bounced off the couch.
“I’m gonna start dinner. Do you need more water before I do?”
“Yes please,” Storm said, already halfway back into her book. The brainwashing worked best when the music was ively absorbed, so Vikki would have to make sure nothing would interrupt Storm’s reading all day.
Smiling, Vikki took the glass from the coffee table and filled it from the fridge’s filter. She’d have to replace the cocktail reservoir soon, with both of them drinking as much water as they could, they were certainly running through the supply faster than she had alone. But that would happen tomorrow, while Storm was at the studio and there was no risk in her seeing what Vikki was doing. Tonight, she just brought Storm the glass of water, turned the music up slightly and went to work in the kitchen humming as she went and wondering how long it would take before Storm’s skirt came.