Carly sighed. There was no way Jack was going to ever notice her. He is so consumed in dueling, that sometimes it seems like the only thing in the world he cares about, besides winning.
She looked at the ceiling, and started besting the covers.
"Why!? Why!? WHY!?!? It's not fair It's not fair It's not fair!!"
She started tussling with her sheets and eventually fell out of her bed. Fixing her glasses, she picks up her deck off her nightstand.
"What sort of crippling loneliness will I habe today?"
She shuffled her cards and drew something she had never seen before.
"Fortune Fairy Aph? I do not remember putting this in my deck? What does it mean?"
The small fairy wore a pink miniskirt, and was winking as it held its wand in a suggestive manner.
Having never seen this card, she had no idea how to interpret it.
"I suppose I will have to see for myself."
She set the cards down, and laid back in bed. What was there to do? No news story could ever top the world-ending endeavors of the Dark Signers and Illiaster. She was not a good enough duelist to go pro. She could not even get the love of her life to acknowledge her.
"I- I don't have a reason to live... "
Just before she could make any rash thoughts, her phone suddenly rang, playing Jack's theme, of course.
"H- Hello?"
"Carly? Is that you? I want to make sure I have the right number this time."
The voice was immediately familiar.
"Misty? Is that you?"
"You recognize me! It has been too long. I feel like I left a bad impression between us from my time as a Dark Signer. Perhaps we can finally make amends?"
Carly was taken aback. Was she about to get buddy-buddy with this celebrity all over again?
"O- oh, I never held a grudge, infactIquiteenjoyedourtime,evenifIdon'trememberanyofit.InfactI-
"Heh heh, you never change, Carly. I imagine you are free right now. If you want, you can come meet me at the Fender Nightclub."
"Well I-
She was met with dialtone.
"She never fails to shake up an evening."
Carly drove to the club in her car, vaguely remembering having snapped some shots there for a story, even though nothing came of it.
"I think it was around here."
She had been unsure what to wear. Not wanting to dress too fancy, nor too casually, she wore a pink tanktop covered by an orange shirt, combined with short jean shorts. They did not smell pristine, having been picked from the ceiling of her car.
She barely arrived at the place, which seemed to be closed, with there being no cars, nor neon lights.
"Am I at the right place?"
She approached the entrance nervously. It was always embarrassing to check if a place was open, but before she could even pull the handle, the door opens for her, revealing the greatest beauty Carly had ever seen.
"Welcome, Carly."
Misty gestured inside, with the place seemingly empty. Carly cautiously entered, her checks flushed pink.
As they walked in, Carly would frequently peek at Misty's outfit (which was an advantage of having thick glasses.) She was in a short, strapless, black top, as well as having an incredibly short black dress, not even making it halfway to her thighs.
"Sit here." Misty said, gesturing to a lounge area. It was full of comfy chairs and TVs, all of which were on, playing various sports games and late-night sketch comedy shows, but none of them had sounds. There was also an unstaffed bar nearby.
Carly hesitantly sat down, still getting an eyeful of the beauty before her.
"S- So why did you invite me here?"
Misty simply shook her head, then slowly put her hand below Carly's face.
"Because I can tell something is about to happen."
Carly was taken aback. What could that mean? Why was it so vague?
"Carly... Do you think I am beautiful?"
"O- of course, Misty. You are drop-dead gorgeous!"
"I see... well, Carly."
She grabbed Carly's face again.
"You are going to become more beautiful than I ever could be."
She let go of Carly, expecting something to happen any minute now. And she would be right, as Carly had fallen out of her chair, and started sweating profusely, gripping her chest.
"Misty... what- what is happening to me... "
Misty picked up the sweaty girl, and laid her on a couch.
"Did you not hear me? You are becoming beautiful.'
Right on cue, Carly's breasts started growing, slowly stretching out her tank top. Her breathing grew heavier, her face turned completely red, and her shirt was becoming drenched in sweat.
"What are you doing to me... "
Misty could not help but chuckle.
"I have not done anything. I just wanted to be here with you when this happened."
Carly let out a scream, as her cleavage was struggling against her bra. To even further her embarrassment, Misty had firmly cupped her left jug.
"My, you must be as big as me now."
She gave a small squeeze.
"With no signs of stopping, either."
Carly screamed again, her chest trying desperately to escape the prison. They judt kept pushing harder and harder. She was well-beyond a C-cup now. She might even put Akiza to shame.
Finally, they surged out one more time, and it was too much. Her bra clips snapped and her new assets were free to move. Her tank top looked more like a bra than the bra did at this point.
Carly had not yet been able to comprehend what was happening. She just layed there, breathing and looking at the ceiling. She thought we was having a seizure for a while.
Eventually, the growth subsided, with it looking like she just shoved a couple basketballs in her shirt. Misty seemed strangely amused, as she removed Carly's glasses.
"You have no idea how good you look."
Carly had been borderline paralyzed, but was about to be shocked back to reality.
Misty helped Carly up so she was properly sitting, and then held her face one more.
Beforr any rational thought entered the room, she pulled Carly's lips against hers.
Carly was zapped backed to the real world, pushing Misty away, and scooting back against the couch.
"M- Misty, I really don't-
Misty put a finger against Carly's lips, and advanced onto her lap.
"Just pretend I am him."
Carly was met with Misty covering her eyes, and pulling her in for another kiss. When she took her hand off, she saw Carly's eyes closed.
She slowly started pulling Carly's shirt off, followed by what was left of her bra and tank top.
Suddenly, the boys were free to breathe. Her nipples were an adorable shade of pink, and were surprisingly inverted, meaning they did not protrude outwards.
"J- Jack, I."
Misty started licking Carly's left nipple, and slowly working her hand into her shorts.
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