The Phantom Of Expansion (Non-futa)

Story by Hardcover

Alight, a new one shot fic for everyone. I'll confess, most of you probably won't like this one. But I've been wanting to do this story for a while and since some of you guys mangaged to embrace my futa clown girl story, I figure some of you might enjoy this. Downloadable files included as always. Please comment if you do like this story, sometimes I feel so lonely after posting a fic. At least hit the thank button.

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THE PHANTOM

OF EXPANSION

By Hardcover

The large building looked rather unobtrusive and ordinary, despite the fact that it was a huge, four storied mansion of old gothic design. The place was walled by high stone walls overgrown with well trimmed vines and shrubbery. A large black gate hung upon on a cobblestone path that led up to the two huge oak doors that marked the front entrance. The place, all in all, looked rather quaint despite its grand opulence, and not at all a gaudy or spooky as these old mansions usually looked.

And this was the place that the two rail thin young women looked upon as they entered the gate. The first was Tabby Winchester, a nervous, skinny woman of nineteen who had been invited to the mansion by one of its occupants, a photographer named Chad. Tabby had long black wavy hair that the she kept tied behind her head in a bun, and wide brown eyes. She had pale, fair skin, thin frail arms and legs, small, barely perceptible breasts, and only a slight curve to her hips. Despite how skinny she was, she dressed in loose fitting clothing, jeans and a T-shirt, desperate not to let any of her curves be noticed. She was deathly afraid of being called “fat”.

Next to her was her best friend, the equally neurotic Abbey Trumbolt. Abbey had long strait brown hair, a round face with a bit of childish freckles, and light brown eyes. Like Tabby, she was exceptionally thin, but even more so. Abbey had practically no breasts, easily being able to shop in the training bra section of her local clothing store. Her hips had no perceptible curve to them, and her arms and legs were thin like twigs. Her face wore a sour, irritable expression that was her normal attitude, having elected herself moral guardian of her best friend, and any woman she happened to be next to, for that matter.

The two women had come to this place after being spotted by a young man named Chad while they were at a café. Chad had approached them, politely and amiably, but instantly aroused Abbey’s ire. For Tabby and Abbey had lived together for years in their flat in London, and now since moving to New York shared a small two bedroom apartment. The two women existed on a steady diet of Nicky Rake and Dr. Bill, and as such Abbey firmly believed that all men were rapists. When Chad had introduced himself as a photographer, Abbey had immediately began shouting at him, indignant that he would want to take any pictures of her, most likely something indecent and immoral. But her anger had really been ignited when Chad had corrected her, and informed them that he wanted Tabby to model for him.

“Her?!? But she’s too fat!!!” Abbey had exclaimed.

Although Abbey would never admit it, she was frequently jealous of women who had curvy figures and big breasts. Abbey had been cursed with no figure at all whatsoever, and although she tried to pretend she preferred it that way, she resented women with big boobs and rounded hips. Even Tabby managed to irk her with her slightly larger A cup breasts and slight rounding of the hips. This jealousy ruled the way Abbey saw all other women, so any amount of protrusion drew her accusations of ‘fat’. Tabby was the frequent target of these accusations, and although she wasn’t aware of it, Abbey herself was the source of her best friend’s neurosis and eating disorder.

Walking up the path, Abbey was dressed in a long sleeve sweater and long dress, concealing her body. She resented the more revealing, if still unfeminine and baggy, clothes Tabby was wearing. Nicky Rake should send her to ‘tramp boot camp’ dressed like that, Abbey decided with a slight sense of self satisfaction.

Chad had explained that he was a fashion photographer, and he would like to shoot Tabby in various outfits that he might be able to sell to magazines. He would pay her a flat modeling fee, plus a percentage of the sale profits, should any arise. Chad showed them his references and a sampling of his work. Abbey repeatedly called him a pornographer, even though none of his photos were nudes and he insisted he wanted Tabby to model clothed, and demanded that Tabby tell Chad to get lost.

But Tabby had recently been informed that her mother was very ill, and desperately in need

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